No One Understands My State Poem by Narsinh Mehta

No one understands my state; they think I’ve been possessed!
In fact, dear friend It’ll be me who’ll possess Krishna today
And spend the beautiful night with him!
No one understands my state; they think I’ve been possessed!

Anxiously my in-laws inquire and call for doctors of all sorts!
Only when Narsaiyya’s lord comes to make love to me,
Will I be cured of the fever!
No one understands my state; they think I’ve been possessed!