Vidyapati Thakur Poems
- Brooding Love Madhava: Your moon-faced love Had never ...
- Ham Nahin Aaju Rahba Eehi Aang...
- He Promised He'D Return Tomorr... He promised he'd return ...
- Sad Love The moon spits fire, Lotuses droop And loaded with...
- River And Sky Oh friend, I cannot tell you Whether he was ...
- My Friend, I Cannot Answer Whe...
- Sasan-Paras Rabasu Asbara Ree
Vidyapati Thakur, also known by the sobriquet Maithil Kavi Kokil (the poet cuckoo of Maithili) was a Maithili poet and a Sanskrit writer. He was born in the village of Bishphi in Madhubani district of Bihar state, India. He was son of Ganapati. The name Vidyapati is derived from two Sanskrit words, Vidya (knowledge) and Pati (master), connoting thereby, a man of knowledge.
Little is known of Vidyāpati's life. Two other great Vaishnava poets, Chandī Dās and Umāpati, were his contempories. His patron Rājā Shivasimha Rūpanārāyana, when heir-apparent, gave the village of Bisapī as a rent-free gift to the poet in the year 1400 A.D. (the original deed is extant). This ... more »
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Your moon-faced love
Had never guessed
That parting hurts.
Radha is tortured,
Dreading you will leave.
Love has robbed her of all power,
She sinks clasping the ground.
Startled, she wakes
Only to brood again.
Tears wash the make-up
From her breasts.
Her arms grow thin,
Her bracelets slide to the ground.
Radha's head droops in grief.
Her fingers scar the earth
Bleeding your name.