Mine, mine is Girdhar Gopal: 'tis He, none else, He only
Mine, mine is Girdhar Gopal: 'tis He, none else, He only.
'Tis He, none else but He, O Sadhus: 'tis He, none else, He only.
Love as churning staff I fashioned: with devotion twirled it.
The butter, butter I have taken: drink, who will, the leavings.
Tears for water I have sprinkled on Love's vine, I planted.
Now the vine has spread its leafage: Bliss will be its fruiting.
With the Sants I took my station, the world's reproaches slighted:
Customs of my kin resigned. What indeed can they do?
I for worship's task came hither: worldly sights enthralled me.
Mira is Thy bond slave, Girdhar: draw me now to safety.
'Tis He, none else but He, O Sadhus: 'tis He, none else, He only.
Love as churning staff I fashioned: with devotion twirled it.
The butter, butter I have taken: drink, who will, the leavings.
Tears for water I have sprinkled on Love's vine, I planted.
Now the vine has spread its leafage: Bliss will be its fruiting.
With the Sants I took my station, the world's reproaches slighted:
Customs of my kin resigned. What indeed can they do?
I for worship's task came hither: worldly sights enthralled me.
Mira is Thy bond slave, Girdhar: draw me now to safety.
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