In plain words
Mother, I have bought the dark one for a price. One says cheap, one says dear; I bought him weighed against a diamond. One says light, one says heavy; I bought him, O, weighed in the balance. One says on the quiet, one says out in the open; I bought him, O, with the drum sounding. One says the weight fell short, one says it ran over; I bought him weight for weight. One says he is black, one says he is fair; I opened the veil and looked at him. Mīrā says: the lord is Giridhar Nāgar, and mine is a word given in a birth before this one.