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Слушать(AI)The Rainy Season
The rainy season is
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
You have gone off to distant lands,
And my heart finds it unbearable.
I keep sending letters to my
Asking when He will return.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
O Krishna,
O Brother of Balram,
Grant me thy sight.
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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