The Rainy Season

By Mirabai Mirabai

The rainy season is abroad

And the skirt of my dress is wet.

You have gone off to distant lands,

And my heart finds it unbearable.

I keep sending letters to my Beloved

Asking when He will return.

Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:

O Krishna, O Brother of Balram,

Grant me thy sight.