O friends,
By Mirabai
Translated By Jane Hirshfield
O friends, I am mad
with love, and no one sees.
My mattress is a sword-point,
how can I sleep
when the bed of my Beloved
is spread open elsewhere?
Only those who have felt the knife
can understand the wound,
only the jeweler
knows the nature of the Jewel.
I have lost it,
and though anguish takes me door to door
no doctor answers.
Mira calls her Lord: O Dark One,
Only You can heal this pain.
Copyright Credit: Translations by Jane Hirshfield from Women in Praise of the Sacred edited by Jane Hirshfield. Copyright (c) 1994 by Jane Hirshfield. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
Source: Women in Praise of the Sacred (HarperCollins Publishers Inc., 1994)