When will you come to me?

I write him letters
but my beloved Krishna
sends no letters to me.

He keeps his silence purposefully.
I sweep the path
ready for him to come

and I wait and gaze
every single day and night
till my eyes turn blood-shot.

I am now getting restless.
My heart is going to break.
O my Dark One!

you were with me
in all my former lives.
When will you come to me?

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A translation of Mirabai's original poem in Hindi.