Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains

Mine is the lifter of mountains, the

cowherd, and none other.

O sadhus! there is no other--I have seen

the whole world.

I left brothers, I left kindred, I left

all I had.

Sitting near the sadhus, I lost worldly shame.

I looked at the devotees and I was one with

them; I looked at the world and wept.

With tears I watered love’s creeper

and it took root.

I churned the milk, drew out the ghee

and threw away the whey.

Rana sent a cup of poison; I drank it

and stayed ecstatic.

Mira’s attachment is strong--what was to

happen has happened.


O friend, I cannot live without the

delightgiver.

Mother-in-law fights, my sister-in-law

teases,

The Rana remains angry.

They have a watchman sitting at the door,

and a lock fastened on it.

Why should I give up my first love,

the love of my former life?

None else pleases me.

by Mirabai

Comments (2)

Truly very beautiful poetry...
Nailed it! ! ! ! Which does not surprise me about Helen Hunt Jackson who personifies all that is magnificent and humble and beautiful and savage about the true poet in this complexly beautiful and cruel world.