In plain words
Keep me in your service, sir; dark one, keep me in your service, sir. As a servant I will stay, I will lay out a garden; rising each day I will have darśan. In the bower-lanes of Vṛndāvan I will sing your līlā. In service I get darśan; for spending money, the remembering of the name. For a land-grant I get feeling and bhakti; all three come up rich. I will bring all the creepers on green, and keep a garden bed between them. I will have darśan of the dark one, wearing a safflower sārī. Jogīs came to work at their yoga, sannyāsīs to do their tapas. Sādhus came for Hari's bhajan, the ones who live in Vṛndāvan. Mīrā's lord is deep and past sounding; stay in the heart, sir, and be still. At midnight the lord gave darśan, on the bank of the river of prema.