Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else. br On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband. br Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own. br I've forsaken both God, and the family's honor: what should I do? br I've sat near the holy ones, and I've lost shame before the people. br I've torn my scarf into shreds; I'm all wrapped up in a blanket. br I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers. br With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted; br Now the creeper has grown spread all over, and borne the fruit of bliss. br The churner of the milk churned with great love. br When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk. br I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept. br Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: now with love He takes me across to the further shore. br br ~~~~~~~ br mere to giridhara gupaala, duusaraa na koii | br jaa ke sira mora mukuTa, mero pati soii || br taata, maata, bhraata, baMdhu, apanaa nahiM koii | br ghaaM.Da daii, kula kii kaana, kyaa karegaa koii? br saMtana Dhiga baiThi baiThi, loka laaja khoii || br chunarii ke kiye Tuuka Tuuka, o.Dha liinha loii | br motii muu.Nge utaara bana maalaa poii || br a.Nsuvana jala siiMchi siiMchi prema beli boii | br aba to beli phaila gaii, aanaMda phala hoii || br duudha kii mathaniyaa, ba.De prema se biloii | br maakhana jaba kaa.Dhi liyo, ghaagha piye koii || br aaii maiM bhakti kaaja, jagata dekha roii | br daasii miiraa.