I saw witchcraft tonight in Vraj.
A wandering gopi came face to face with Shyam.
Sakhi, she is babbling now,
Can no longer say “milk”.
“Come get Shyam, Shyam,
A pot full of Shyam!”
In the overgrown lanes of Vrindavan
Shyam Manohar fixed His eye on this girl,
then departed.
Meera’s Lord is hot, lovely and dark;
Tonight she saw witchcraft in Vraj.
– Meerabai
Translated by Robert Bly
Tagged: imagery, love poetry, Meerabai, Robert Bly, Shyam, translation
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