Nothing is really mine except Krishna

Nothing is really mine except Krishna.

O my parents,

I have searched the

And found nothing worthy of love.

Hence I am a stranger amidst my

And an exile from their company,

Since I seek the companionship of holy men;

There alone do I feel happy,

In the world I only weep.

I planted the creeper of

And silently watered it with my tears;

Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling.

You offered me a cup of

Which I drank with joy.

Mira is absorbed in contemplation of Krishna,

She is with God and all is well!* O my King, my father, nothing delights me

Than singing the praises of Krishna.

If thou art wrath,then keep thy kingdom and thy palace,

For if God is angry, where can I dwell?

Thou didst send me a cup of poison and a black cobra,

Yet in all I saw only Krishna!

Mira is drunk with love, and is wedded to the Lord!*The heart of Mira is

In the beauty of the feet of her Guru;

Nothing else causes her delight!

He enabled her to be happy in the drama of the world;

The Knowledge he gave her dried

The ocean of being and becoming.

Mira says:

My whole world is Shri Krishna;

Now that my gaze is turned inward,

I see it clearly