My love is reserved for Giridhara Gopal
And for no-one else.
O ye saints and holy men,
I have seen the world and its ways.
I have left brothers and relatives
And all I possessed.
Dispensing with worldly shame,
I came to sit with the holy men.
I felt joy in the company of the devotees,
On beholding the world I wept.
I planted the creeper of love
And watered it with my tears.
I churned the curds
And drew forth the ghee:
The butter-milk I rejected.
Mira’s love has set in deeply,
She accepts whatever comes.
O my companion, all I can see is Shyam,
All I can think of is Shyam
Wherever my feet tread the earth
I am dancing in his honour
Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhara
In His company
She is walking the woods and lanes.
I knew the Queen had sent me poison
When gold is placed in fire
It emerges shining like the sun
I have thrown away worldly shame
As one throws away dirty water
You observe purdah in your place, my Queen,
But I am just a poor mad girl
An arrow from the quiver of love
Has pierced my heart and driven me crazy
I offer my body and mind
As a sacrifice to all holy men.
And I hug closely those lotus feet
The Lord has taken Mira into his protection.
Knowing her to be His servant.
Mira has been singing the glories of Govind
And is immersed in joy
The King sent a snake in a basket
They came and placed it m Mira’s hand
I washed and came to look at it,
It was the Black Stone of Vishnu
The King sent a cup of poison,
But my Lord converted it into nectar
When I washed my hand and drank,
Behold! It was nectar
The King sent a mattress of thorns,
Saying “Give that to Mira to sleep upon”
When evening came and Mira lay down.
Behold! It was a bed of flowers
Mira’s Lord ever stands as her helper
And preserves her from dangers
She wanders about recklessly.
Drunk in adoration,
Offering herself to Giridhara in total sacrifice.
The line poems are quoted from A.S. Alston: The Devotional Poems of Mirabai. Delhi etc. 1980.