That dark Dweller in Braj (Mirabai Poems)
That dark Dweller in BrajIs my only refuge.O my companion,Worldly comfort is an illusion,As soon you get it, it goes.I ...
That dark Dweller in BrajIs my only refuge.O my companion,Worldly comfort is an illusion,As soon you get it, it goes.I ...
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!Leave the bad company, always ...
This infamy, O my Prince,is delicious!Some revile me,others applaud,I simply follow my incomprehensible road.A razor-thin pathbut you meet some good ...
Take my armand keep up your promise!They call you the refugeless refuge,they call you redeemer of outcasts.Caught in a riptidein ...
The dagger of love has pierced my heart.I was going to the river to fetch water,A golden pitcher on my ...
Come to my pavilion, O my King.I have spread a bedmade ofdelicately selected buds and blossoms,And have arrayed myself in ...
The rainy season is abroadAnd the skirt of my dress is wet.You have gone off to distant lands,And my heart ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
A TALE. ON her lov'd infant, as it sleeping lies,Ah! little does the tender mother know,While fondly gazing with delighted ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
RELENTLESS war, must still thy dreaded callThe tender lover from his mistress part?From beauty's eyes bid tears of anguish fall,And ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what RuleI am alone forbid to play the foolTo follow through the ...
The lover to his lass: I have fallen before your door.I came to ask for alms and have lost my ...
"Mira asked in sportive way, Why lovers, women, angels call? ""Because,"" says I, ""'tis plain as day, That ever since ...
The world passes, nothing lasts, and the creation of menIs buried alive under the vault of Time.Autumn comes pillaging gardens;The ...
Su luna de pergamino Preciosa tocando viene por un anfibio sendero de cristales y laureles. El silencio sin estrellas, huyendo ...
La luna vino a la fragua con su polis?n de nardos. El ni?o la mira mira. El ni?o la est? ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
It rained the day they buried Tito Puente The eyes of drug dealers following me as I walked through the ...
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