(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 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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