The Love Songs....

I danced before my Giridhara

I danced before my Giridhara...!

Again and again I danced....

To please that discerning critic,

And put His former love to the test...

I put on the anklets

Of the love of Shyam,

And behold! My Mohan stays true.

Worldly shame and family custom

I have cast to the winds.

I do not forget the beauty of the Beloved

Even for an instant,

                        Mira is dyed deeply in the dye of Krsna...!!

Mine is Gopal,

the Mountain-Holder;

there is no one else.

On his head he wears the peacock-crown:

He alone is my husband.

Father, mother, brother, relative:

I have none to call my own.

I've forsaken both God,

                                         and the family's honor:

                                         what should I do?

                                                                                

I've sat near the holy ones,

and I've lost shame before the people.

I've torn my scarf into shreds;

I'm all wrapped up in a blanket.

I took off my finery of pearls and coral,

 and strung a garland of wildwood flowers.

With my tears,

I watered the creeper of love that I planted;

Now the creeper has grown spread all over,

and borne the fruit of bliss.

The churner of the milk churned with great love.

When I took out the butter,

no need to drink any buttermilk.

I came for the sake of love-devotion;

seeing the world,

I wept.

Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder:

now with love He takes me across to the further shore.