Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

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

Comments about Mirabai

  • Himanshu (6/9/2018 2:57:00 AM)

    Aur poetry

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/13/2014 9:32:00 AM)

    Mira Bai like poet's poems which is about the divine power and classic with devotion is so much lovable to the people and its original written lines with english translation will be much appreciated if it is possible.

  • Zubiya Surti Zubiya Surti (6/6/2013 5:58:00 AM)

    poems of mirabai seem simply flawless and divine when people read and sing them in the original language.Poems of mirabai are a mixture of Gujarati and Rajasthani languages.This great lady was a great singer too.Her verses are just enchanting! ! !

  • Qwert Qwert (6/5/2007 8:56:00 PM)

    You can read more about Mirabai and her bhajans/poetry at http: //www.gitananda.org/mirabai/mirabai.html

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.



Read the full of I Am Mad With Love

The Dark One Is Krishna

Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,
season of uncontrolled whispers---the Dark One's returning!
O swollen heart,
O sky brimming with moisture---
tongued lightning first
and then thunder,

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