Guest guest Posted April 13, 2009 Report Share Posted April 13, 2009 I AM PALE WITH LONGING 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. MIRABAI Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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