At the taking, the taking of Rām's name, O, the little folk die of shame

In plain words

At the taking, the taking of Rām's name, O, the little folk die of shame. Going to Hari's temple their little feet ache, O; round the whole village they come and go, O. Where a quarrel breaks out they go running to it, O, leaving the work of the house, O. When mimes and bhavaiyā players and the courtesan dance, they sit on through all four watches, O. Mīrā's lord is Giridhar Nāgar; her whole heart's longing is his lotus feet, O.