Mirabai
Meera [(ca. 1498-1547)], also known as Mira Bai, was a 16th century Hindu mystic poetess and devotee of Krishna. She is celebrated as a poet and has been definitively claimed by the North Indian Hindu tradition of Bhakti saints.
Meera was born in a royal family of Rajasthan, and her education included music, religion, politics and government. She married Bhojraj the crown prince of Mewar in 1516, her husband was wounded in 1518 and died in 1521 after a Hindu-Muslim battle, her own father died in a war with Babur's army in 1527, and little else is known about her life with any certainty. She is mentioned in Bhaktamal, confirming that she was widely known and a cherished figure in the Indian bhakti movement culture by about 1600 CE. Most legends about Meera mention her fearless disregard for social and family conventions, her devotion to god Krishna, her treating Krishna as her lover and husband, and she being persecuted by her in-laws for her religious devotion. She has been the subject of numerous folk tales and hagiographic legends, which are inconsistent or widely different in details.
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“One night as I walked in the desertthe mountains rode on my shouldersand the sky became my heart,and the earth - my own body, I explored.Every object began to wink at me, and Mira wiselycalculated the situation, thinking:My charms must be at their heightnow would be a good time to rush into Hisarms,maybe He won't drop meso quick.”
“Don't forget love;it will bring all the madness you needto unfurl yourself acrossthe universe.”
“I wantyou to havethis,all the beauty in my eyes, and the grace of my mouth,all the splendor of my strength,all thewonder of the musk partsof mybody,for are wenot talking about real love, reallove?”
“I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders;and now you want me to climbon a jackass? Try to be serious.”
“My lover's gone offto some foreign country,sopping wet at our doorwayI watch the clouds rupture.Mira says, nothing can harm him.This passion has yetto be slaked.”
“The Great Dancer is my husband," Mira says, "rain washes off all the other colors.”