object:1.mb - I am pale with longing for my beloved
author class:Mirabai
subject class:Poetry
class:chapter
English version by Nita Ramaiya I am pale with longing for my beloved; People believe I am ill. Seizing on every possible pretext, I try to meet him "by accident." They have sent for a country doctor; He grabs my arm and prods it; How can he diagnose my pain? It's in my heart that I am afflicted. Go home, country doctor, Don't address me by my name; It's the name of God that has wounded me, Don't force your medicines on me. The sweetness of his lips is a pot of nectar, That's the only curd for which I crave; Mira's Lord is Giridhar Naagar. He will feed me nectar again and again. [1714.jpg] -- from Women Writing in India: 600 BC to the Present: Volume 1, Edited by Susie Tharu / Edited by K. Lalita <
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