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.
