Nothing is really mine except Krishna. 
O my parents, I have searched the world 
And found nothing worthy of love. 
Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk 
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 love 
And silently watered it with my tears; 
Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling. 
You offered me a cup of poison 
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 more 
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 entangled 
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 up 
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