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 call her lord: O Dark One 
Only You can heal the pain. 
 
 
~ Mirabai ( 1498-1565 ) 
Art by Maria Szollosi | 
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