In plain words
Mother, I am dyed in Giridhar's colour. Let no one come between; the talk is out in all four directions. What sprang up in my mind is the mind's own pith, true as gold, true as a gem. Let all the rest of them be over my head; I came out into the open and danced. Through the whole country I beat Kṛṣṇa's drum; let anyone say what he likes, that is the truth. Mīrā's lord is Giridhar Nāgar; my mind is not a raw one.