The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
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In my travels I spent time with a great yogi. Once he said to me.
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Come to my pavilion, O my King.
I have spread a bedmade of
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Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
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Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the me
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I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
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I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
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I have found a guru in Raidas, he has
given me the pill of knowledge.
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I send letters to my Beloved,
The dear Krishna.
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We do not get a human life
Just for the asking.
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On a sudden,
the sight,
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Take my arm
and keep up your promise!
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Life in the world is short,
Why shoulder an unnecessary load
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Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.
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Mine Is Gopal
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.
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Mine is the lifter of mountains, the
cowherd, and none other.
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Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law
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Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
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O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One!
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Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
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Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.
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That dark Dweller in Braj
Is my only refuge.
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Friend, the arrow of his glance struck
my eyes;
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The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
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Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
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The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
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The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
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The saffron of virtue and contentment
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
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Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else. On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.
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This infamy, O my Prince,
is delicious!
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