(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved; - Poem by Mirabai

I am pale with longing for my beloved;
People believe I am ill.
Seizing on every possible pretext,
I try to meet him 'by accident.'

They have sent for a country doctor;
He grabs my arm and prods it;
How can he diagnose my pain?
It's in my heart that I am afflicted.

Go home, country doctor,
Don't address me by my name;
It's the name of God that has wounded me,
Don't force your medicines on me.

The sweetness of his lips is a pot of nectar,
That's the only curd for which I crave;
Mira's Lord is Giridhar Naagar.
He will feed me nectar again and again.

[Translated by Nita Ramaiya]

Comments about I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved; by Mirabai

  • Abderrahmane Dakir Abderrahmane Dakir (1/1/2016 6:13:00 AM)

    I like it so much, filled with a love feeling. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Abderrahmane Dakir Abderrahmane Dakir (1/1/2016 5:45:00 AM)

    I love it so much. The longing is the most feeling in the beloved's heart. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

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