<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I am pale with longing for my beloved;</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am pale with longing for my beloved;<br> People believe I am ill.<br>Seizing on every possible pretext,<br> I try to meet him 'by accident.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have sent for a country doctor;<br> He grabs my arm and prods it;<br>How can he diagnose my pain?<br> It's in my heart that I am afflicted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go home, country doctor,<br> Don't address me by my name;<br>It's the name of God that has wounded me,<br> Don't force your medicines on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweetness of his lips is a pot of nectar,<br> That's the only curd for which I crave;<br>Mira's Lord is Giridhar Naagar.<br> He will feed me nectar again and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Translated by Nita Ramaiya]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mirabai">Mirabai</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461443" data-title="I am pale with longing for my beloved; de Mirabai" data-description="I am pale with longing for my beloved; People believe I am ill. Seizing on every possible pretext, I try to meet him 'by accident.' They have sent for a country doctor; He grabs my arm and prods it; How can he diagnose my pain? It's in my hea..."></div> </div> </div>

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