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गली तो चारों बंद हु हैं मैं हरिसे मिलूं कैसे जाय
Gali To Charon Band Hu Hain Main Harise Milun Kaise Jay
Mirabai5 verses · ~1 min
गली तो चारों बंद हु हैं मैं हरिसे मिलूं कैसे जाय॥
ऊंची-नीची राह रपटली पांव नहीं ठहराय। सोच सोच पग धरूं जतन से बार-बार डिग जाय॥
ऊंचा नीचां महल पिया का म्हांसूं चढ्यो न जाय। पिया दूर पथ म्हारो झीणो सुरत झकोला खाय॥
कोस कोस पर पहरा बैठया पैग पैग बटमार। हे बिधना कैसी रच दीनी दूर बसायो लाय॥
मीरा के प्रभु गिरधर नागर सतगुरु द बताय। जुगन-जुगन से बिछड़ी मीरा घर में लीनी लाय॥
इति
The Poet
मीराबाई
Mirabai
1498 · 1546
In the vast tradition of Indian devotional literature, Mirabai stands as an absolute force of fearless independence. Born around 1498 into a royal Rajput family in Rajasthan, she rejected every expectation placed upon a woman of her aristocratic stature. Following the death of her husband, she refused to commit Sati, refused to mourn according to courtly protocol, and instead declared herself eternally married to Lord Krishna. Her entire life became an act of spiritual rebellion against feudal patriarchy. She left the palace, mingled with the lower castes, accepted the leather-worker Ravidas as her guru, and composed ecstatic, deeply personal poetry (bhajans) that mapped the fierce agony and joy of divine love. According to enduring historical memory, she survived multiple assassination attempts by her furious in-laws before leaving Mewar entirely. Five centuries later, her voice remains universally alive. Her songs are sung in temples, villages, and classical concerts across the subcontinent. She did not merely write Bhakti poetry; she weaponized devotion to achieve total personal liberation.
Paired Painting
Vilaval Ragini from a Ragamala Set
In the quiet intimacy of the royal courtyard, a beloved heroine prepares for the joyful return of her lord, embodying the profound devotion of Vilaval Ragini. Created in the artistic ateliers of Bundi around 1680, this exquisite leaf from a Ragamala series translates the tender emotions of classical Indian music into a visual symphony of color, architecture, and mood. As twilight descends and a solitary peacock gazes from the parapet, a maidservant gently holds a mirror so the lady can adorn herself, while another musician plays a stringed instrument to soothe the longing heart. Every intricate detail, from the luminous gold borders to the delicate pink pavilions, invites the viewer into a timeless world of romance, spiritual longing, and refined Rajput aesthetics.
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