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Слушать(AI)The Saffron
The saffron of virtue and
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about,
Limitless colours raining down.
All the covers of the earthen vessel of my body are wide open;
I have thrown away all shame before the world.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover.
I sacrifice myself in devotion to His lotus feet.
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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O my mind
O my mind, Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One Whatever thou seest twixt earth and Will perish
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
Your Slander Is Sweet
Rana, to me your slander is sweet Some praise me, some blame me Igo the other way On the narrow path,
Nothing is really mine except Krishna
Nothing is really mine except Krishna O my parents, I have searched the And found nothing worthy of love
