The Arrow of His Glance

Friend, the arrow of his glance struck my eyes;

Its point pierced my heart (and) his sweet image entered my soul.

For a long time I have been staying (here) watching the road, standing at my house.

My life clings to (my) dark beloved, (he is) a life-giving herb.

Mira says I am sold into the hands of Giridhar, but people say I am loose.