In plain words
These eyes of mine are thirsty for a meeting with Kṛṣṇa. You went away and settled over Dwarka, and the people make a mockery of me. On the mango bough the koel is calling, and the note she calls is sorrowful. Now such a thing rises in my heart: I shall take the saw at Kāśī. Mīrā's lord is Giridhar Nāgar; she is the servant of his lotus feet.