Friend, the arrow of his glance struck 

my eyes; 

Its point pierced my heart (and) his 

sweet image entered my soul. 

For a long time I have been staying 

(here) watching the road, standing 

at my house. 

My life clings to (my) dark beloved, 

(he is) a life-giving herb. 

Mira says I am sold into the hands of 

Giridhar, but people say I am loose.