In plain words
Dwell in my eyes, Nandlāl. A form that takes the mind, a dark face, and eyes made wide. At his lips the nectar-sweet flute is shining; on his breast the vaijantī garland. Small bells grace the slope of his waist; the anklets' sound is sweet. Mīrā's lord gives ease to the saints, tender to those who love him, Gopāl.