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.
Mira bai her poems highly devotional and full of devotion of the god and her surrender to the will of god is a great poet of the time and here beloved memory always respected in minds of people of India which I also salute with motherly and scholarly vision on the revered poet. I bow my head with reverence in such a devotion.
I like it so much. The pain subsides when we see our beloved. Thank you for sharing.
Only a wonded person can feel the agony of another wonded person... undeniable truth. A great poem with a precious message... appreciated.
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, A great mystical poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
he ri mai toh prem divani mera darad na jane koi suli par sej hamari kis bin sona hoye?