Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

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

The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
A golden pitcher on my head.
Hariji has bound me
By the thin thread of love,
And wherever He draws me,
Thither I go.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
This is the nature
Of his dark and beautiful form.




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