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A Poem – Majeed Amjad

Sons, my native land has sons born on soil barren and rocky and lone for ages lone across the gaping wilderness tear ruthless winds and torrents of pain sweep in epochs. sweep them out. Sons of mountains radiant petals of … Continue reading

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A Twinkle in Her Eyes – Majeed Amjad

Who can say Why her eyes, Those playmates of the hamlet where Beauty dwells, Why her eyes smile that way ? When notes arising from her soul, That Temple-Palace of Music, And traipsing through the land of glad tidings, Mirthfully … Continue reading

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Why Mira Can’T Come Back To Her Old House – Mirabai

The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira’s body; all the other colors washed out. Making love with the Dark One and eating little, those are my pearls and my carnelians. Meditation beads and the forehead streak, those are … Continue reading

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The Spiritual Athlete Often Changes The Color Of His Clothes – Kabir

The spiritual athlete often changes the color of his clothes, and his mind remains gray and loveless. He sits inside a shrine room all day, so that the Guest has to go outdoors and praise the rocks. Or he drills … Continue reading

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I Do Not Care About Social Norms – Mirabai

I will fasten the bells of his love to my feet And dance in front of Girdhar. Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes; My love is an ancient one. My love is the only truth. I do not … Continue reading

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No One Knows My Invisible Life – Mirabai

No one knows my invisible life. Pain and madness for Rama. Our wedding bed is high up in the gallows. Meet him? If the dark healer comes, we’ll negotiate the hurt. I love the man who takes care of cows. … Continue reading

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O I Saw Witchcraft Tonight – Mirabai

O I saw witchcraft tonight in the region of Braj. A milking girl going her rounds, a pot on her head, came face to face with the Dark One. My friend, she is babbling, can no longer say “buttermilk.” – … Continue reading

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