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No One Knows My Invisible Life
(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

No One Knows My Invisible Life

Poem By Mirabai

No one knows my invisible life.
Pain
and madness for Rama.
Our wedding bed is high up
in the gallows.
Meet him?
If the dark healer comes,
we'll negotiate the hurt.
I love the man who takes care
of cows. The cowherd.
Cowherd and dancer.
My eyes are drunk,
worn out from making love
with him. We are one.
I am now his dark color.
People notice me, point fingers at me.
They see my desire,
since I'm walking about like a lunatic.
I'm wiped out, gone.
Yet no one knows I live with my prince,
the cowherd.
The palace can't contain me.
I leave it behind.
I couldn't care less about gossip
or my royal name.
I'll be with him
in all his gardens.

[Translated by Willis Barnstone]

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My eyes are drunk, worn out from making love with him. We are one. love of God so wonderfully presented in simple terms. tony
I like this one, it flows well


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