Pag Ghunghroo Bandh Mira Nachi Re - Mira Bai
Tying anklets to her feet, in abandon Mira dances.
She says, “I have become a slave to my Narayan*.”
The king sent a goblet of poison as a gift. Mira drank it all in one gulp, and laughed. Tying anklets to her feet, in abandon Mira danced.
People say, “Look! Mira the crazy woman” Relatives say, “Look! Destroyer of clan’s respect” Mira says, “I have become a citizen of Giridhar’s* city. What is sanity there, what is clan’s respect!” Tying anklets to the feet, in abandon Mira dances.
*Narayan(a) = literally nara (human) + ayana (eternal , without ending). Refers to Lord Vishnu.
*Giridhar = One who holds high the mountains.
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Hari Mai To Laakh Yatan Kar Haari - Mira Bai
Hari, after making numerous attempts I stand here dejected.
I have looked inside palaces.
I have looked all over the mountains and woods.
I have searched for you all over the world.
I have looked into the alleys of Gokula, and those of Vridavan.
I have interrogated the branches, the flowers, the leaves
for your whereabouts.
They all reply, "He is not here, but he might be there". Hari, I stand here, dejected, after making numerous attempts.
Some ask me, "Is this Sri Ram or Gauri Ma you are seeking?" I answer, "No. He is the cowherd who grazes his cows in the forest. He is neither the husband of Uma nor is he the fearsome Narayan. He is the abductor of Mira's heart. His is dark blue hued, peacock crowned, and adorned by garlands. He takes so many forms that whatever name you use to summon him, he comes"
Mira says,"Now show some pity on me, O Lord, and please come quick Playing your melodious flute."
Translated from Braj Bhasa. There is nothing more soothing that doing these translations.
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Mere To Giridhar Gopal - Mira Bai
My husbandsman is Giridhar, there is no other.
On whose head rests the peacock crown, he alone is my husband.
Father, mother, brother, relatives, these I have none.
I have forsaken both God and family's honor. What do I care?
Sitting near the holy ones, I have lost all shame of the public.
I have torn my veil to shreds. I walk around wrapped in a blanket.
I have cast away the necklace of pearls, and put on a garland of wildflowers.
I have assidiuously watered the love's vine with my tears.
Now look, how it has grown. Look at the flowers of bliss it has borne.
The churner of milk has churned me with great love.
Now that I have the butter, what need to drink watery buttermilk?
Coming here for the sake of love-devotion, I saw the world and wept.
Mira is a slave of the Mountain-Holder; his love carries me to the far shore.
Translated from the Braj Basha
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