Narsinh Mehta

[Adi Kavi] (1414? – 1481? / Talaja, Bhavnagar, Gujarat / India)

Narsinh Mehta Poems

41. This Is How I Bewitched Him 6/28/2012
42. Today Kanuda My Darling, Has Deserted Me! 6/28/2012
43. Who Is It Playing 'Panchama' At My Door? 6/28/2012
44. By The Grace Of The Holy Ones 6/28/2012
45. Come Friend! Let's Go And Behold... 6/28/2012
46. Dark Clouds Thunder And Madhava Dances! 6/28/2012
47. Essence Of Essence Is The Birth Of The Weaker Sex 6/28/2012
48. Great Is The Wealth Of Bhakti... 6/28/2012
49. In The Middle Of The Night 6/28/2012
50. It's You, It's You, You Are Looking For 6/28/2012
51. Let Us Not Mind The Happiness... 6/28/2012
52. Listen My Friend! In My Rapt Ecstasy 6/28/2012
53. Meditate! Meditate On Hari 6/28/2012
54. Meditate, Meditate, The Lord Is In Your Eye 6/28/2012
55. My Beautiful Dark One 6/28/2012
56. O Torchbearer Is Narsaiyyo! 6/28/2012
57. Only A Few Truly Know... 6/28/2012
58. Only Because I Truly Exist, You Exist! 6/28/2012
59. Passing For The Wise And Faking Wisdom 6/28/2012
60. Saints, We Are The Traders Of Rama's Name! 6/28/2012
61. Awake O Jadava 6/30/2012
62. Gimme That Moon To Play With 6/30/2012
63. With Absolute Joy 6/30/2012
64. Kaanji, Kaanji Is What Everyone Calls You 6/30/2012
65. The Bliss Of My Lord's Closeness 6/30/2012
66. In Damodar Lake 6/30/2012
67. Unless And Until You Have Grasped The Essence Of The Self 6/30/2012
68. Wayward Progeny Of A Lewd Whore 6/30/2012
69. Little Hari, My Cute One 6/30/2012
70. The Naive Milkmaid Goes Around Selling Hari! 6/30/2012
71. The Sap Of The Earth Has Spread Through The Branches 6/30/2012
72. Leave This River Full Of Lotuses 6/30/2012
73. We Are Like That 6/30/2012
74. This Is Not The Way To Find The Essence Of Truth 6/30/2012
75. This Cute Little Gokul 6/30/2012
76. Let Go Your Embrace For A While 6/30/2012
77. You Alone Are The Beginning 6/30/2012
78. We Will Simply Forsake Anything That Stops Us 6/30/2012
79. O Mind, Acquire The Greatest Treasure 6/28/2012
80. 'Ananta' Is The Name Of My Infallible Medicine 6/28/2012
Best Poem of Narsinh Mehta

Vaishnav Jan To

Speak only as godlike of the man who feels another's pain
Who shares another's sorrow and pride does disdain

Who regards himself lowliest of the low
Speaks not a word of evil against anyone
Blessed is the mother who gave birth to such a son

Who looks upon everyone as his equal,
Lust he has renounced
Who honors women like he honors his mother
Whose tongue knows not the taste of falsehood

Nor covets another's worldly goods
Who longs not for worldly wealth (or fame)
For he treads the path of renunciation
Ever on his lips is Ram's holy name ...

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Vaishnav Jan To

Speak only as godlike of the man who feels another's pain
Who shares another's sorrow and pride does disdain

Who regards himself lowliest of the low
Speaks not a word of evil against anyone
Blessed is the mother who gave birth to such a son

Who looks upon everyone as his equal,
Lust he has renounced

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