In plain words
You have been given the one precious thing, a human birth; such a birth does not come round again. This time round, turn your mind to jñāna; the mouth is singing Rām, Rām. The Satguru was found, the emptiness was known; and such a Brahman I find. The one who has a guru is the brave one and drinks the deathless draught; the one without a guru goes away thirsty. My mind is steeped in joy, singing what Govind is. I have found the Sāhib, the first and the one with no beginning; otherwise I would be going on into the round of birth. Mīrā says: one hope, and it is yours; from all the others I draw back.