Mine is the Lifter of Mountains

Mine is the lifter of mountains, the cowherd, and none other.

O sadhus! there is no other—I have seen the whole world.

I left brothers,

I left kindred,

I left all I had.

Sitting near the sadhus,

I lost worldly shame.

I looked at the devotees and I was one with them;

I looked at the world and wept.

With tears I watered love’s creeper and it took root.

I churned the milk, drew out the ghee and threw away the whey.

Rana sent a cup of poison;

I drank it and stayed ecstatic.

Mira’s attachment is strong—what was tohappen has happened.

O friend,

I cannot live without the delightgiver.

Mother-in-law fights, my sister-in-law teases,

The Rana remains angry.

They have a watchman sitting at the door, and a lock fastened on it.

Why should I give up my first love, the love of my former life?

None else pleases me.