Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

1. Mira is Steadfast 5/3/2016
2. The Beloved Comes Home 5/3/2016
3. The Five-Coloured Garment 5/3/2016
4. The Music 5/3/2016
5. Mira Knows Why 4/3/2012
6. We Do Not 3/29/2010
7. Out In A Downpour 4/3/2012
8. I Write Of That Journey 4/3/2012
9. It's True I Went To The Market 4/3/2012
10. O I Saw Witchcraft Tonight 4/3/2012
11. Only He Knows The Bitterness Of Love 4/3/2012
12. Torn In Shreds 3/29/2010
13. O My Friends 4/3/2012
14. The Heat Of Midnight Tears 4/3/2012
15. Friend, Without That Dark Raptor 4/3/2012
16. I am true to my Lord 5/3/2016
17. No One Knows My Invisible Life 4/3/2012
18. Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate 4/3/2012
19. Why Mira Can'T Come Back To Her Old House 4/3/2012
20. Turn Back? 1/1/2004
21. The Saffron 1/1/2004
22. The Rainy Season 1/1/2004
23. Dark Friend, What Can I Say? 4/3/2012
24. Your Look Of Light 1/1/2004
25. Your Slander Is Sweet 1/1/2004
26. Go To That Impenetrable Realm 4/3/2012
27. Life In The World Is Short 4/3/2012
28. I Danced Before My Giridhara 4/3/2012
29. A Limb Just Moved 4/3/2012
30. Unbreakable 1/1/2004
31. I Do Not Care About Social Norms 4/3/2012
32. The Plums Tasted 3/29/2010
33. Clouds 4/3/2012
34. In A Sudden 3/29/2010
35. All I Was Doing Was Breathing 4/3/2012
36. A Great Yogi 3/29/2010
37. The Dagger 1/1/2004
38. Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains 1/1/2004
39. I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved; 4/3/2012
40. The Dark One Is Krishna 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Mirabai

I Am Mad With Love

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.



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The Rainy Season

The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
You have gone off to distant lands,
And my heart finds it unbearable.
I keep sending letters to my Beloved
Asking when He will return.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
O Krishna, O Brother of Balram,
Grant me thy sight.

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