Rana, to me your slander is sweet.
Some praise me, some blame me. I
go the other way.
On the narrow path, I found God-s
people. What should I turn back for?
I am learning wisdom among the
wise, and the wicked look at me
with malice.
Mira-s Lord is Giridhar Nagar.
Let the wicked burn in the kitchen fire.
Mira-s God is the lifter of mountains.
I don-t like your strange world, Rana,
A world where there are no holy men,
and all the people are trash.
I have given up ornaments, given up
braiding my hair.
I have given up putting on kajal
(collyrium), and putting my hair up.
Mira-s Lord is Giridhar Nagar; I have
found a perfect bridegroom.