In plain words
The lotus-eyed one has bound my mind, mother, with a cord of his own. The sharp arrow pierced the body and went far, mother. When it struck I did not know it; now it cannot be borne, O mother. I work spell and charm and medicine on it, and still the pain does not go. Is there anyone who will do me a kindness? The ache is cruel, O mother. You are near, you are not far; come quickly and meet me. Mīrā's lord Giridhar is merciful: he has put the body's burning out, O mother. The lotus-eyed one bound it with a cord of his own, mother.