No one knows my invisible life. <br />Pain <br />and madness for Rama. <br />Our wedding bed is high up <br />in the gallows. <br />Meet him? <br />If the dark healer comes, <br />we'll negotiate the hurt. <br />I love the man who takes care <br />of cows. The cowherd. <br />Cowherd and dancer. <br />My eyes are drunk, <br />worn out from making love <br />with him. We are one. <br />I am now his dark color. <br />People notice me, point fingers at me. <br />They see my desire, <br />since I'm walking about like a lunatic. <br />I'm wiped out, gone. <br />Yet no one knows I live with my prince, <br />the cowherd. <br />The palace can't contain me. <br />I leave it behind. <br />I couldn't care less about gossip <br />or my royal name. <br />I'll be with him <br />in all his gardens. <br /> <br />[Translated by Willis Barnstone]<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-knows-my-invisible-life/
