Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

I Am Mad With Love - Poem by Mirabai

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.





Comments about I Am Mad With Love by Mirabai

  • Gold Star - 29,242 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/2/2014 11:44:00 PM)

    Mira bai her poems highly devotional and full of devotion of the god and her surrender to the will of god is a great poet of the time and here beloved memory always respected in minds of people of India which I also salute with motherly and scholarly vision on the revered poet. I bow my head with reverence in such a devotion. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 108 Points Brian Jani (5/5/2014 4:16:00 AM)

    once in a while we all feel that way (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 100 Points Zubiya Surti (6/6/2013 6:03:00 AM)

    he ri mai toh prem divani
    mera darad na jane koi
    suli par sej hamari
    kis bin sona hoye? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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