In plain words
Ankle bells bound to her feet, Mīrā danced, O. In a dream I became, of my own will, the servant of Nārāyaṇ, O. The Rāṇā sent a cup of poison; drinking it down, Mīrā laughed, O. People say Mīrā has gone mad; her father calls her the ruin of the lineage, O. Mīrā's lord is Giridhar Nāgar; she is the servant at Hari's feet, O.