Mahadevi

Many of the poet‑saints were women, who, even more than men, risked the censure of society by their unconventional lives. Like Basavanna, Mahadevi lived in Karnataka in the twelfth century, and, according to the legends, although she was married to the king, she gave all her love to Shiva, not to her husband. She refers in her poems to Shiva as "The Lord White as Jasmine," and, as in the secular love poetry of chapter 10, the imagery is of love in separation and love in union.

 

[From Mahideviyakka, trans. by Ramanujan in Speaking of Siva, pp. 134, 141]

 

I love the Handsome One:

he has no death

decay nor form

no place or side

no end nor birthmarks.

I love him, O mother. Listen

 

I love the Beautiful One

with no bond nor fear

no clan no land

no landmarks

for his beauty.

 

So my lord, white as jasmine, is my husband.

 

Take these husbands who die,

decay, and feed them

to your kitchen fires!

 

Better than meeting

 and mating all the time

is the pleasure of mating once

after being far apart.

 

When he's away

I cannot wait

to get a glimpse of him.

 

Friend, when will I have it

both ways,

be with Him

 yet not with Him,

 my lord white as jasmine?

 

 

Lalla

LaIla, who lived in the fourteenth century in Kashmir, was another famous woman devotee of Shiva who, like Mahadevi, defied all social conventions in her search her beloved.

[From LaIla, Lallavakyani]

 

I, Lalla, went out far in search of Shiva, the omnipresent Lord; after wandering, I, Lalla, found Him at last within my own self, abiding in His own home.

 

Temple and image, the two that you have fashioned, are no better than stone; the Lord is immeasurable and consists of intelligence; what is needed to realize Him is unified concentration of breath and mind.

 

Let them blame me or praise me or adore me with flowers; I become neither joyous nor depressed, resting in myself and drunk in the nectar of the knowledge of the pure Lord.

 

With the help of the gardeners called Mind and Love, plucking the flower called Steady Contemplation, offering the water of the flood of the Self's own bliss, worship the Lord with sacred formula of silence!