(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

41. Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains 1/1/2004
42. Mine Is Gopal 1/1/2004
43. The Arrow Of His Glance 1/1/2004
44. I Send Letters 1/1/2004
45. Drink The Nectar 1/1/2004
46. That Dark Dweller In Braj 1/1/2004
47. I Have Found 1/1/2004
48. O My Mind 1/1/2004
49. Mira Danced With Ankle Bells 1/1/2004
50. Nothing Is Really Mine Except Krishna. 1/1/2004
51. Sleep 1/1/2004
52. A Cowherding Girl 1/1/2004
53. Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love 1/1/2004
54. Listen 1/1/2004
55. Do Not Leave Me 1/1/2004
56. I Will Sing The Praises Of Hari 1/1/2004
57. Keep Up Your Promise 1/1/2004
58. I Have Found My Guru 1/1/2004
59. I Am Mad With Love 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 Rainy Season

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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