Mirabai Poems

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
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Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
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Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
And found nothing worthy of love.
Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk
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I send letters to my Beloved,
The dear Krishna.
But He sends no message of reply,
Purposely preserving silence.
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I have found a guru in Raidas, he has

given me the pill of knowledge.
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The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,
low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,
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Dark Friend, what can I say?
This love I bring
from distant lifetimes is ancient,
do not revile it.
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I am pale with longing for my beloved;
People believe I am ill.
Seizing on every possible pretext,
I try to meet him 'by accident.'
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Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
O my companion,
Once I awoke with a start from a dream.
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Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
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