(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

41. Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love 1/1/2004
42. That Dark Dweller In Braj 1/1/2004
43. The Arrow Of His Glance 1/1/2004
44. The Beloved Comes Home 5/3/2016
45. The Dagger 1/1/2004
46. The Dark One Is Krishna 1/1/2004
47. The Five-Coloured Garment 5/3/2016
48. The Heat Of Midnight Tears 4/3/2012
49. The Music 5/3/2016
50. The Plums Tasted 3/29/2010
51. The Rainy Season 1/1/2004
52. The Saffron 1/1/2004
53. Torn In Shreds 3/29/2010
54. Turn Back? 1/1/2004
55. Unbreakable 1/1/2004
56. We Do Not 3/29/2010
57. Why Mira Can'T Come Back To Her Old House 4/3/2012
58. Your Look Of Light 1/1/2004
59. Your Slander Is Sweet 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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