Sunday, 8 November 2015

Dikt; The Rainy Season av Mirabai

The rainy season is abroad 
And the skirt of my dress is wet. 
You have gone off to distant lands, 
And my heart finds it unbearable. 
I keep sending letters to my Beloved 
Asking when He will return. 
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara: 
O Krishna, O Brother of Balram, 
Grant me thy sight. 

No comments:

Post a Comment