| 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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