Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

1. A Cowherding Girl 1/1/2004
2. A Great Yogi 3/29/2010
3. A Limb Just Moved 4/3/2012
4. All I Was Doing Was Breathing 4/3/2012
5. Clouds 4/3/2012
6. Come To My Pavilion 1/1/2004
7. Dark Friend, What Can I Say? 4/3/2012
8. Do Not Leave Me 1/1/2004
9. Drink The Nectar 1/1/2004
10. Friend, Without That Dark Raptor 4/3/2012
11. Go To That Impenetrable Realm 4/3/2012
12. I Am Mad With Love 1/1/2004
13. I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved; 4/3/2012
14. I Danced Before My Giridhara 4/3/2012
15. I Do Not Care About Social Norms 4/3/2012
16. I Have Found 1/1/2004
17. I Have Found My Guru 1/1/2004
18. I Send Letters 1/1/2004
19. I Will Sing The Praises Of Hari 1/1/2004
20. I Write Of That Journey 4/3/2012
21. In A Sudden 3/29/2010
22. It's True I Went To The Market 4/3/2012
23. Keep Up Your Promise 1/1/2004
24. Life In The World Is Short 4/3/2012
25. Listen 1/1/2004
26. Mine Is Gopal 1/1/2004
27. Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains 1/1/2004
28. Mira Danced With Ankle Bells 1/1/2004
29. Mira Knows Why 4/3/2012
30. No One Knows My Invisible Life 4/3/2012
31. Nothing Is Really Mine Except Krishna. 1/1/2004
32. O I Saw Witchcraft Tonight 4/3/2012
33. O My Friends 4/3/2012
34. O My Mind 1/1/2004
35. Only He Knows The Bitterness Of Love 4/3/2012
36. Out In A Downpour 4/3/2012
37. Sleep 1/1/2004
38. Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate 4/3/2012
39. Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love 1/1/2004
40. That Dark Dweller In Braj 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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