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The Beloved Comes Home – Mirabai

The one I longed for has come home; The raging fire of separation is quenched. Now I rejoice with Him, I sing in bliss. The peacocks at the cloud’s roar Dance with unbound joy; I rejoice in ecstasy At the … Continue reading

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A Cowherding Girl – Mirabai

The plums tasted 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 … Continue reading

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A Great Yogi – Mirabai

In my travels I spent time with a great yogi. Once he said to me. “Become so still you hear the blood flowing through your veins.” One night as I sat in quiet, I seemed on the verge of entering … Continue reading

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Dark Friend, What Can I Say? – Mirabai

Dark Friend, what can I say? This love I bring from distant lifetimes is ancient, do not revile it. Seeing your elegant body I am ravished. Visit our courtyard, hear the women singing old hymns On the square I’ve laid … 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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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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I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved – Mirabai

I am pale with longing for my beloved; People believe I am ill. Seizing on every possible pretext, I try to meet him ‘by accident.’ They have sent for a country doctor; He grabs my arm and prods it; How … Continue reading

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