Longing for Krishna

 

   
Without Krishna I cannot sleep.   
Tortured by longing, I cannot sleep,   
and the fire of love   
drives me to wander hither and thither.   
Without the light of the Beloved   
my house is dark,   
and lamps do not please me.   
Without the Beloved my bed is uninviting,   
and I pass the nights awake.   
When will my Beloved return home?   
The frogs are croaking, the peacock's cry   
and the cuckoo's song are heard.   
Low black clouds are gathering,   
lightning flashes, stirring fear in the heart.   
My eyes fill with tears.   
   
What shall I do? Where shall I go?   
Who can quench my pain?   
My body has been bitten    
by the snake of "absence",   
and my life is ebbing away   
with every beat of the heart.   
Fetch the herb quickly.   
Which of my companions   
will come bringing the Beloved to meet me?   
My Lord when will you come   
to meet your Mira?   
   
Manamohan, the Charmer of Hearts,   
fills me with delight. When, my Lord,   
will you come back to laugh and talk with me?   
   
Mira Bai, 1498 - 1546(?)   

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