Classic Poem

My soul is inebriated with the Lord, Hari: now no restraints I know.
For my Guru I found Rai Das, who gave me a sip of wisdom.
I am pierced through with the name of Hari: deep in my heart it is lodged.
With jewels and pearl will I never adorn me: these long ago I renounced.
My ornaments are the necklace of thread and the beads of sandal paste.
I abandoned the honour of my royal house and roamed in company with Sadhus.
Ever I went to the temple of Hari and danced and danced to the snapping of fingers.
The fairest of fortunes I found in the company of Sadhus, while treading the path of my lover.
To elder sisters of my husband's house I paid no honour, nor in their presence drew my veil.
In the protection of the Eternal Guru I lived: I salute Hari when I lay me down.
Mira's Lord is Girdhar Nagar, so am I freed from birth and death.