(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

41. The Arrow Of His Glance 1/1/2004
42. The Dagger 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
47. The Saffron 1/1/2004
48. Torn In Shreds 3/29/2010
49. Turn Back? 1/1/2004
50. Unbreakable 1/1/2004
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
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 Dark One Is Krishna

Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,
season of uncontrolled whispers---the Dark One's returning!
O swollen heart,
O sky brimming with moisture---
tongued lightning first
and then thunder,

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