The Dark One Is Krishna

By Mirabai Mirabai

Thick overhead

clouds of the monsoon,

a delight to this feverish heart.

Season of rain,

season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One's returning!

O swollen heart,

O sky brimming with moisture—-

tongued lightning first

and then thunder,

convulsive spatters of rain

and then wind, chasing the summertime heat.

Mira says: Dark One,

I've waited—-

it's time to take my songs

into the street.