In plain words
I will not go to my husband's house, mother; the maker of all things has met me. My mother-in-law is the remembrance of Hari, O, my father-in-law the highest contentment; my husband's elder brother is the king of the ages, O, and my husband himself stays without fault. My husband's younger brother has two daughters, O, and both of them are princesses; the one has bewitched the whole world, O, and the other has kept her vow of chastity. The bangle of the eighty-four lakh births, O, the girl put it on for her beloved's sake; Hari took her by the arm and led her away, and has given me a kingdom that cannot be shaken. Among the sādhus is my husband's house, O; my beloved's dwelling is in Vaikuṇṭh. I shall not come into this world of time again: so sings Mīrā his servant.