Mirabai Mirabai

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

I have found, yes,
I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing.
With his grace

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:

On a sudden,
the sight,
Your look of light,
stills all

Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.
Strange is the
When you offer your love.