Poems by Mirabai
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
... Thou didst send me a cup of poison and a black cobra, ...
The Saffron
... All the covers of the earthen vessel of my body are wide open ...
I have found
... Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing ...
Mine is the Lifter of Mountains
... I looked at the devotees and I was one with ...
Torn In Shreds
... ira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: now with love He takes me across to the further shore ...
A great Yogi
... I seemed on the verge of entering a world inside so vast ...
Mine is Gopal
... I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers ...
I Have Found My Guru
... fingers. I dont follow the norms as an oldest ...
We Do Not
... Swiftly conduct my barque to the further shore ...
Sleep
... When will the Lord of the Afflicted come ...
A Cowherding girl
... but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly, ...
Mira Danced with Ankle Bells
... I dedicated my body and soul at the feet of Hari ...
Listen
... then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb! ...
The Dark One Is Krishna
... season of uncontrolled whispers--the Dark One's returning! ...
The Arrow of His Glance
... my eyes; Its point pierced my heart (and) his ...
