Mirabai Mirabai

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, particularly in the North Indian Hindu tradition.
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#sleep1 мин. чтения

Sleep

Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come
O my companion,
Once I awoke with a start from a dream

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#your1 мин. чтения

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,

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#not1 мин. чтения

We Do Not

We do not get a human
Just for the asking
Birth in a human
Is the reward for good

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#the1 мин. чтения

The Dark One Is Krishna

Thick overhead clouds of the monsoon,a delight to this feverish heart
Season of rain,season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One's returning
O swollen heart,
O sky brimming with moisture—-tongued lightning firstand then thunder,co...

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#the1 мин. чтения

The Plums Tasted

The plums tastedsweet 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 thefruit she'd been sucking
Why

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#мира1 мин. чтения

Mira Danced with Ankle Bells

Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law said I ruined the family reputation
Rana sent me a cup of poison and Mira drank it laughing
I dedicated my body and soul at the feet of Hari

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#unbreakable1 мин. чтения

Unbreakable

Unbreakable,
O Lord,
Is the
That binds me to You:

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#turn back1 мин. чтения

Turn Back

This infamy,
O my Prince,is delicious
Some revile me,others applaud,
I simply follow my incomprehensible road

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#not1 мин. чтения

Do Not Leave Me

Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them

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#mad1 мин. чтения

I am mad with Love

I am mad with
And no one understands my plight
Only the
Understand the agonies of the wounded,

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#will2 мин. чтения

I will sing the praises of Hari

We do not get a human
Just for the asking
Birth in a human
Is the reward for good

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#the1 мин. чтения

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

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