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 to 

happen 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.