Category Archives: Mirabai

1498 – 1546 , Kudki / India.

Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love – Mirabai 

Do not mention the name of love,  O my simple-minded companion.  Strange is the path  When you offer your love.  Your body is crushed at the first step.  If you want to offer love  Be prepared to cut off your … Continue reading

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Mine Is Gopal – Mirabai 

Mine Is Gopal  Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.  On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.  Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.  I’ve forsaken both God, … Continue reading

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Mira Danced With Ankle Bells – Mirabai 

Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.  People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law  said I ruined the family reputation.  Rana sent me a cup of poison and Mira  drank it laughing.  I dedicated my body and soul at the … Continue reading

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The Heat Of Midnight Tears – Mirabai 

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,  I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.  If … Continue reading

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The Dark One Is Krishna – Mirabai

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,  convulsive spatters of rain  … Continue reading

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The Plums Tasted – Mirabai

sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-  but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,  low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,  but the god took the  fruit she’d been sucking.  Why? She’d knew how to love.  She might not distinquish  … Continue reading

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Torn In Shreds – Mirabai

Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.  On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.  Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.  I’ve forsaken both God, and the family’s … Continue reading

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