In plain words
Rāṇājī, what will you do to me? I have served Śrī Bhagavān. On her feet Mīrā sounds the ankle bells; in her hands she sounds the cymbals. The dark one will give me darśan, at dawn and at evening. The Rāṇā sent a basket of snakes; it turned into a śālagrām. The Rāṇā sent a cup of poison; I drank it down as caraṇāmṛt. Leave the company of the sādhus, Mīrājī. The sādhus' nature is the nature of saints. If I leave the company of the sādhus, Rāṇājī, the wound goes deep.