My lover's gone off to some foreign country, sopping wet at our doorway
I watch the clouds rupture.
Mira says, nothing can harm him.
This passion has yet to be slaked.
Mīrābāī, in For love of the Dark One: songs of Mirabai, p. 55
My lover's gone off to some foreign country, sopping wet at our doorway
I watch the clouds rupture.
Mira says, nothing can harm him.
This passion has yet to be slaked.
Mīrābāī, in For love of the Dark One: songs of Mirabai, p. 55