I Am Mad With Love

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.



by Mirabai

Comments (17)

Wow! This is obviously an amazing write, un coup de plume de maitre.
Thanks Mirabai, it is the price we ALL pay for love
Mirabai's devotional poems are liked and sung as folk-songs throughout the country. This is one of her most popular poems. Nicely translated. Loved reading this English version. Thanks.
its the price we pay for love
It is like a melodious song.
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