(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

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

The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
A golden pitcher on my head.
Hariji has bound me
By the thin thread of love,
And wherever He draws me,
Thither I go.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
This is the nature
Of his dark and beautiful form.

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