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This infamy,
O my Prince,is delicious!
Some revile me,others applaud,
I simply follow my incomprehensible road.
A razor-thin pathbut you meet some good people,a terrible path but you hear a true word.
Turn back?
Because the wretched stare and see nothing?
O Mira's lord is noble and dark,and slanderersrake only themselvesover the coals
Mirabai Mirabai
Mirabai मीराबाई, (c.1498–c.1546) was a 16th-century Hindu mystic poet and devotee of Lord Krishna. She is a celebrated Bhakti saint, particularl
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