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
