Mirabai Mirabai

Mirabai Mirabai

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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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I am mad with Love

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

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This infamy,
O my Prince,is delicious
Some revile me,others applaud,
I simply follow my incomprehensible road
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I will sing the praises of Hari

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We do not get a human
Just for the asking
Birth in a human
Is the reward for good
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Mira Danced with Ankle Bells

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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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We Do Not

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We do not get a human
Just for the asking
Birth in a human
Is the reward for good
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Do Not Leave Me

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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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The Rainy Season

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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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The Dark One Is Krishna

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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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Sleep

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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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Unbreakable

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

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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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The Plums Tasted

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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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Keep Up Your Promise

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Take my armand keep up your promise
They call you the refugeless refuge,they call you redeemer of outcasts
Caught in a riptidein the sea of becoming,without your support I'm a shipwreck
You reveal yourself age after ageand free the ...
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That dark Dweller in Braj

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That dark Dweller in
Is my only refuge
O my companion,
Worldly comfort is an illusion,
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Mine is Gopal

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Mine Is Gopal Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else
On his head he wears the peacock-crown:
He alone is my husband
Father, mother, brother, relative:
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Life In The World

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Life in the world is short,
Why shoulder an unnecessary
Of worldly relationships
Thy parents gave thee birth in the world,
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