(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 Saffron

The saffron of virtue and contentment
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about,
Limitless colours raining down.
All the covers of the earthen vessel of my body are wide open;
I have thrown away all shame before the world.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover.
I sacrifice myself in devotion to His lotus feet.

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