(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

The Rainy Season - Poem by Mirabai

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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