Your look of light
stills all,
stills
all, The curd-pot
falls to the ground.
Parents and
brothers
all call a halt.
Prise out, they say,
this thing from your heart.
You’ve lost your path.
Says Meera:
Who but you
can see in the dark
of a heart?
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I am infused in the Lord’s hue, O friend.
so I may go and play in the arbour.within the alcove I will meet my Master;Shedding all falsity, I’ll sing in joy.The sun will perish, so too the moon;Earth and sky will exist no more.Air and water will also go;The Eternal alone will there be.Of surat and nirat make the lamp,And let thy longing be…
The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira’s body; all the other colors washed out.
Meditation beads and the forehead streak, those are my scarves and my rings.That’s enough feminine wiles for me. My teacher taught me this.Approve me or disapprove me: I praise the Mountain Energy night and day.I take the path that ecstatic human beings have taken for centuries.I don’t steal money, I don’t hit anyone. What will…
We do not get a human life
Birth in a human bodyIs the reward for good deedsIn former births.Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly,It does not stay long.The leaf that has once fallenDoes not return to the branch.Behold the Ocean of Transmigration.With its swift, irresistible tide.O Lal Giridhara, O pilot of my soul,Swiftly conduct my barque to the further shore.Mira is the slave…
Come to my pavilion, O my King.
delicately selected buds and blossoms,And have arrayed myself in bridal garbFrom head to toe.I have been Thy slave during many births,Thou art the be-all of my existence.Mira’s Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.Come, grant me Thy sight at once.
Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
O my companion,Once I awoke with a start from a dream.Now the remembrance from that visionNever fades.My life is ebbing as I choke and sigh,When will the Lord of the Afflicted comeI have lost my senses and gone mad,But the Lord knows my secret.He who deals out life and deathKnows the secret of Mira’s pain.
The earth looked at Him and began to dance.
is in love.If you cannot picture Godin a way that alwaysstrengthensyou,You need to readmore of mypoems[Translated by Daniel Ladinsky]
Your look of light,
stills all,
The curd-pot
falls to the ground.
Parents and
brothers
all call a halt.
Prise out, they say,
this thing from your heart.
You’ve lost your path.
Says Meera:
Who but you
can see in the dark
of a heart?
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Only he knows the bitterness of love
When you are in troubleNo one comes near you:When fortune smiles.All come to share the joy.Love shows no external wound.But the pain pervades every poreDevotee Mira offers her bodyAs a sacrifice to Giridhara for ever.[Translated by A.J. Alston]
The earth looked at Him and began to dance.
is in love.If you cannot picture Godin a way that alwaysstrengthensyou,You need to readmore of mypoems[Translated by Daniel Ladinsky]
O my mind,
Whatever thou seest twixt earth and skyWill perish.Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages?Why engage in philosophical discussions?Why commit suicide in Banaras?Take no pride in the body,It will soon be mingling with the dust.This life is like the sporting of sparrows,It will end with the onset of night.Why don the ochre robeAnd leave Home as a sannyasi?Those…
My friend, the stain of the Great Dancer has penetrated my body.
Moreover I stay drunk, no matter what I do to become sober.Rana, who disapproves, gave me one basket with a snake in it.Mira folded the snake around her neck, it was a lover’s necklace, lovely!Rana’s next gift was poison: ‘This is something for you, Mira.’She repeated the Holy Name in her chest, and drank it,…
Do not mention the name of love,
Strange is the pathWhen you offer your love.Your body is crushed at the first step.If you want to offer loveBe prepared to cut off your headAnd sit on it.Be like the moth,Which circles the lamp and offers its body.Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn,Offers its head to the hunter.Be like the partridge,Which…
The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira’s body; all the other colors washed out.
Meditation beads and the forehead streak, those are my scarves and my rings.That’s enough feminine wiles for me. My teacher taught me this.Approve me or disapprove me: I praise the Mountain Energy night and day.I take the path that ecstatic human beings have taken for centuries.I don’t steal money, I don’t hit anyone. What will…