one day, three autums

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Maybe while searching

He shall reach till me

I, his one thing

Have deliberately hidden...

Maybe he smells the

Fragrance of love

I, upon the flowers

Perched the butterfly deliberately...

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Only He Knows The Bitterness Of Love...

Only he knows the bitterness of love

Who has deeply felt its pangs.

When you are in trouble

No one comes near you:

When fortune smiles.

All come to share the joy.

Love shows no external wound.

But the pain pervades every pore

Devotee Mira offers her body

As a sacrifice to Giridhara for ever.

[Translated by A.J. Alston]

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Through Thee have I forgotten Thee!

by Akka Mahadevi

After my body became

Thyself, whom could I serve?

After my mind became

Thyself, whom could I invoke?

After my consciousness was lost in Thee,

Whom could I know?

Being Thyself in Thee,

O Cenna Mallikarjuna Lord,

Through Thee have I forgotten Thee!

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poem

The Moon on a Spring Night

For a lonesome hermit like me,

With an innate love of Spring views

How to cope with this night of blossom with the moon at its brightest!

This evening I found myself speechless and sleepless

And wound up the stairway in step with the fragrant vines.

translation of "Spring Night"

Original poem by the Chinese poet Xu Xuan (916–991 AD)

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Thakk gayiaan paaniyan nu pun pun ke

Galla iss dil diyaan sun sunke

Thakk gayiaan paaniya nu pun pun ke

Galla iss dil diyaan sun sunke

Dadda saanu kitta hai tu tang sajna

Badle lavaangi tainu chun chunke

I’m tired of utterly wasting my time (by sieving water)

By listening to everything my heart has to say, love

I’m done with sitting here and wasting away

Listening to the things my heart is telling me

You idiot, do you realise how much you’ve troubled me?

Wait for it. I’m gonna take revenge for all of these things.

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“Ishq ne Ghalib nikamma kar diya, Warna hum bhi aadmi the kaam ke.”

(“Love has made Ghalib useless, Otherwise, I too was a man of worth.”)

Mirza Ghalib

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O Spider Lily

That grows on the mountain

Called Waiting,

Is there someone you also

Promised to meet this autumn?

Ono no Komachi, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

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Brother, what's the point of twisting a rope of sand?

You couldn't tow a boat with that line.

The course that Nārāyana has charted for you,

No one can turn that around.

I, Lalla

The poems of Lal Ded

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Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering, Love proceeds like a millstone, hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest, she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being; without cause, give it back again.

Mathnawi VI, 1967-1974

Rumi

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I,Lalla

I, Lalla wearied myself searching and seeking

Exhausting my strength my every nerve as Iooked for Him,

I found His doors slammed and bolted

My longing became all the more intense

And I stood there watching for Him.

O, restless mind! Do not fear

The one who is Beginningless takes care of you

You do not know when he will satiate your hunger

Cry to Him alone for help!

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I am mad with Love

I am mad with love

And no one understands my plight.

Only the wounded

Understand the agonies of the wounded,

When the fire rages in the heart.

Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,

Not the one who lets it go.

In pain I wander from door to door,

But could not find a doctor.

Says Mira: Harken, my Master,

Mira's pain will subside

When Shyam comes as the doctor.

Mirabai

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I Send Letters

I send letters to my Beloved,

The dear Krishna.

But He sends no message of reply,

Purposely preserving silence.

I sweep his path in readiness

And gaze and gaze

Till my eyes turn blood-shot.

I have no peace by night or day,

My heart is fit to break.

O my Master, You were my companion

In former births.

When will you come...

Mirabai

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Rain In My Heart

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The wheel of fate turns,

granting blessings or misfortune.

Will it be destiny's trial or reward?

Heaven's will cannot be known,

weaving together weals and woes.

For lovers caught in eternal time,

who can break the spell of romance?

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Sreekara Sridhara

Oh Sreekara, Sridhara.

Koti Koti Dandalayya Konetirayada

Millions of salutations to you, oh King of the temple lake.

Korukunna Vaari Kongu Bangaru Devuda

You are a guaranteed treasure to those who pray with faith.

Padmanabha Hrishikesa Padmanabha Hrishikesa

The one with a lotus navel, the master of the senses.

Pannaga Sayana

The one who rests on the serpent.