|41.||The Arrow Of His Glance||1/1/2004|
|43.||The Dark One Is Krishna||1/1/2004|
|44.||The Heat Of Midnight Tears||4/3/2012|
|45.||The Plums Tasted||3/29/2010|
|46.||The Rainy Season||1/1/2004|
|48.||Torn In Shreds||3/29/2010|
|51.||We Do Not||3/29/2010|
|52.||Why Mira Can'T Come Back To Her Old House||4/3/2012|
|53.||Your Look Of Light||1/1/2004|
|54.||Your Slander Is Sweet||1/1/2004|
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.
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.