These eyes of mine are thirsty for a meeting with Kṛṣṇa
Now it will come right only by your carrying it through: the honour of the arm you took hold of
O you, I am mad with prema, and no one knows my pain
The flute's strain has caught in my heart
You gave me poison, Rāṇājī, and I knew it; you gave poison, and I knew
Let him go, friend, let him go; whose friend is a jogī ever
Jogī, come to me, come to me; Jogī, I fall at your feet, I am your serving girl
The tulsī beads have caught fast in my heart, O, Rāṇā of Mewar. I shall sing the virtues of Rām
That dark face of yours, Nandlāljī
I will not go to my husband's house, mother; the maker of all things has met me
Slander does me good; rust never settles on gold
Ankle bells bound to her feet, Mīrā danced, O
I have found it, O, I have found the jewel-wealth that is Rām
The flute player's glance stings me
Forbid me, I will not stop. Śyāmsundar is my husband
Dwell in my eyes, Nandlāl
I have gone mad, hearing that flute
The reeling cloud has come, O, and brought no word from Hari, O
You have been given the one precious thing, a human birth; such a birth does not come round again
O mind, touch the feet of Hari
The lotus-eyed one has bound my mind, mother, with a cord of his own
Mother, I am dyed in Giridhar's colour
Mother, I have bought the dark one for a price
Keep me in your service, sir; dark one, keep me in your service, sir
My Harijī, the longing to serve is in my heart; you will keep me in refuge at your presence
Do not strike me with words, Rāṇājī. Here, take your country
The oath of guru Govind is on me: Gaural I do not worship
My Rāṇā, I shall sing the praises of Govind
Singing Hari's praises, I shall dance
I, for my part, am the servant at Hari's feet. What should I go to Kāśī for now
A longing has fastened on me, and it is for the guru's feet
Rāṇājī, in all the lineage there is nobody who goes with a man's karma
Rāṇājī, what will you do to me? I have served Śrī Bhagavān
Rāṇājī, to me this bad name is sweet
Rāṇājī, I am dyed in the dark one's colour
Rāṇājī, I will not stay checked by you any longer
Keep Rukmaṇī's honour; you will keep it, mahārāj
At the taking, the taking of Rām's name, O, the little folk die of shame
The dark one's glance is, you would say, a dagger of prema
Sisodiyā Rāṇā, why ever did you send me that cup
Do listen, bhābhī Mīrā: the Rāṇā has turned his anger on you, O
Hari, take away the pain of the one who is yours
O you, I am mad with the pain, and no one knows my pain
When the cheat made off with the heart and the love in it
Close by the Jamunā the flute was played
On the bank of the Jamunā the gopīs are at play with Hari
Victory, victory be yours, Jagadīś