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.