I am fascinated by the beauty of Mohan:
In the bazar and by the way he teases me.
I have not learned the sweet desire of my beloved.

His body is beautiful and his eyes are like lotus flowers.
His glance is very pleasing, and his smile is very sweet.

Near the bank of the river Jumna he is grazing the cows,
And sings a sweet song to the flute.

I surrender myself, body and soul and wealth, to the Mountain-holder.
Mira clasps his lotus feet.