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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Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
I am empty of virtues,You, the ocean of them.My heart’s music, you help meIn my world-crossing.You protected the king of the elephants.You dissolve the fear of the terrified.Where can I go? Save my honourFor I have dedicated myself to youAnd now there is no one else for me.
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…
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.
Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.I’ve forsaken both God, and the family’s honor: what should I do?I’ve sat near the holy ones, and I’ve lost shame before the people.I’ve torn my scarf into shreds; I’m all wrapped up in a blanket.I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and…
In my travels I spent time with a great yogi.
“Become so still you hear the blood flowingthrough your veins.”One night as I sat in quiet,I seemed on the verge of entering a world inside so vastI know it is the source ofall ofus.
This infamy, O my Prince,
Some revile me,others applaud,I simply follow my incomprehensible road.A razor-thin pathbut you meet some good people,a terrible path but you hear a true word.Turn back?Because the wretched stare and see nothing?O Mira’s lord is noble and dark,and slanderersrake only themselvesover the coals
My friend, I went to the market and bought the Dark One.
Actually I was beating a drum all the time I was buying him.You say I gave too much; I say too little.Actually, I put him on a scale before I bought him.What I paid was my social body, my town body, my family body, and all my inherited jewels.Mirabai says: The Dark One is my…
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]
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…
Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.My family says: ‘Don’t ever see him again!’ And they imply things in a low voice.But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose…
Go to that impenetrable realm
There plays the fountain of loveWith swans sporting on its waters.There the company of holy men is available,And one may talk of spiritual knowledge.There one can mediate on ShyamAnd purify one’s mind.There one may bind onThe anklets of good-conduct,And dance the dance of inner contentment.There one may adopt a headpiece of goldAnd the sixteen kinds…
The plums tasted
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? She’d knew how to love.She might not distinquishsplendor from filthbut she’d tasted the nectar of passion.Might not know any Veda,but a chariot swept her away-now she frolics in heaven, esctatically boundto her god.The Lord…
Mine Is Gopal
On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.I’ve forsaken both God, and the family’s honor: what should I do?I’ve sat near the holy ones, and I’ve lost shame before the people.I’ve torn my scarf into shreds; I’m all wrapped up in…