They call you the refugeless refuge,
they call you redeemer of outcasts.
Caught in a riptide
in the sea of becoming,
without your support I’m a shipwreck!
You reveal yourself age after age
and free the beggar
from her affliction.
Dark One, Mira is clutching your feet,
at stake is your honor!
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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…
No one knows my invisible life.
and madness for Rama.Our wedding bed is high upin the gallows.Meet him?If the dark healer comes,we’ll negotiate the hurt.I love the man who takes careof cows. The cowherd.Cowherd and dancer.My eyes are drunk,worn out from making lovewith him. We are one.I am now his dark color.People notice me, point fingers at me.They see my desire,since…
The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
A golden pitcher on my head.Hariji has bound meBy the thin thread of love,And wherever He draws me,Thither I go.Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhara:This is the natureOf his dark and beautiful form.
I am pale with longing for my beloved;
Seizing on every possible pretext,I try to meet him ‘by accident.’They have sent for a country doctor;He grabs my arm and prods it;How can he diagnose my pain?It’s in my heart that I am afflicted.Go home, country doctor,Don’t address me by my name;It’s the name of God that has wounded me,Don’t force your medicines on…
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.
Clouds –
ash black and pallid I saw mountainous cloudssplit and spew rainfor two hours.Everywhere water, plants and rainwater,a riot of green on the earth.My lover’s gone offto some foreign country,sopping wet at our doorwayI watch the clouds rupture.Mira says, nothing can harm him.This passion has yetto be slaked.