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Tum suno Dayaal mhaaree arazee!
Bhow saagara men bahee jaata hun, kaadho to thaaree marajee,
Yo sansaara sago nahee koyee, sanchaa sagaa Raghuvara Ji,
Maata pitaa aur kutumb kabilo, saba matalaba ke garajee,
Mira ke Prabhu arajee sunalo, charana lagaalo Giradhara Ji.


Oh my merciful Lord,
Please listen to my petition.
I am swept in this world's stormy sea,
Save me if You wish.
None is mine in this world,
My Lord You are truly mine.
Mother, father and other family members
And friends-all seek their interest.
Mira says Oh Lord, listen to my prayer
Oh Giridhar- Lifter of The Mountain on Little pinky finger,
take me under shelter of Your lotus feet!
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Hari main to darad divani hoyi darad na jane meri koyee
Ghayal kee gati ghayal janai, kee jin layee hoyee.
jauhar kee gati joharree janai.kee jin jauhar hoyee.
soolee oopar sej hamari,sovena kis vidh hoyee.
gagan mandal pai sej Piya kee,kis vidh milna hoyee.


Lord Hari, no body understands my pain!
I'm going crazy,
Those wounded among us can feel for other's wound.
The jeweler knows the beauty of another's work
as he himself is a jeweler.
How can I sleep! When my bed is placed up,
on the cross where people are hanged,
How can I meet Him whom I love,
Thy bed is in the cosmic sky!
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Teree preet tod Prabhu kaun sang jodun!
Tum bhaye Taruvar main bhayi pankhiyaa .
Tum bhaye Saravar, main bhayee machhiyaa.
Tum bhaye Chandaa, bhayee main chakoraa.
Tum bhaye Motee, main bhayee dhaagaa.
Tum bhayi Sonaa bhayi main suhaagaa.
Baai Meeraa ke Prabhu Braj ke Vaasee
Tum mere Thaakur main Teree daasee!


How can I break up with You
and tie up with some one else!

If You be a Tree,
I wish to be a bird.
If You be a Lake,
I wish to be a fish of it!

If You be the Moon,
I wish to be a moon bird.

If You be a Pearl,

I wish to be Thy string!
If You be the Gold
I wish to be the borax.
Mira says, Oh my Lord-
the Resident of Braj

You are my Master,
I am Your maid servant!
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Chalo mann Gangaa Jamunaa teer!
Gangaa Jamunaa nirmal panee,
sheetal hot shareer.
bansee bajaavat gaavat Kanhaa,sang liye Balveer.
Mor mukut peetambar soohe,kundal jhalkat heer.
Meeraa ke Prabhu Girdhar Nagar, charan kamal pai seer!


Let my mind go
to the banks of Ganges and Yamuna
the water of these rivers is so pure and cool,
it electrifies the body.
Krishna with a flute in Thy hand
together with elder brother Balarama
wearing yellow dress, peacock crown,
with dazzling diamond earring.
O my clever Lord- Lifter of the Mountain on little pinky finger
Mira bows down her head at Thy lotus feet!
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Nahin aiso janam barambaar!
Kyaa jaanu kuchh punya pragate, manusaa avataar.
badhat pal pal ghaTat din din,chalat nalaage deir.
virachh ke jyon paat TuTe, laage nahin puni daar.
bhav saagar ati jaur kahiye, veesam aukhee dhaar.
Raam naam kaa baandh bedaa, veg utaaro paar.
saadhu sant mahant gyaanee, chalat karat pukaar.
dasee Meeraa Lal Girdhar,jeevaNaa din chaar!


Gift of human life is not best owed upon again and again.
I know not whether some of my good deeds cropped up in me.
With every moment growing up, the life span reduces.
Life, like leaves fallen down once can not be put back.
The world, an ocean of nescience,
sorrows sufferings and desires takes you to the hell.
One can overcome this ocean with a boatof Thy Holy Name Rama.
All asges, saints, philosophers and devotees call Thy Name for help!
Servant Mira chants Thy Name Girdhar, O Cute to cross over this hellish world,
as the duration of this world is only four days from childhood to youth to
adult and old age.
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Pyaare darsan deejyo aaya
Tum bin rahyo na jaay.
jal bin kamal chand bin rajanee,
aiso Tum dekhyan bin sajanee.
aakul vyaakul phiroon rain din,
virah kalejo khaaya.
divasa na bhookh neend nahin rainaa,
mukh suun kathana aavai baina
kahaa kahoon kahat na aavai
milkar tapat bujhaay.
kyon tarsaavo antaryaamee
aaya milau kirpaa kar swaamee
Meeraa daasee janam janam kee,
padee Tumhaare paaya!


O my beloved, come and grant me Thy sight!
I can't exist without You!
The life without You is like a pond without a lotus flower
or similar to a night without moon!
Thus I pass nights without You.
Passing nights and days in distress,

Your absence is eating away my heart.
I can have no food by the day
and have no sleep by the night,
have no words to pass my lips,
and no eyes to look at.

Who else will listen to me?
To whom should I speak?
Oh my dear one, come and quench my pain,
why do you torcher me so much?
O my ruler in inner heart,
please come and releive me off from pains,
Mira has been Your servant for many births,
lying at Your feet, come and hold me up!
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Saanp pitaaro Ranaa bhejyo, Meeraa haath divo jaay.
Nhaay dhoy jab dekhan laagee, Saligraam gayee paay.
Zahar kaa pyaalaa Raanaa bhejyo, amrit diyo banaay.
Nhaay dhoy jal peevan laagee, amar ho gayee jaay.
Sool sej Raanaa ne bhejee, deejo Mira subaay.
Saanjh bhayee Mira soban laagee, maano phool bhichhaay.
Mira ke Prabhu sadaa sahaayee, raakho bighan hataay.
bhakti bhaav me mast dolatee, Girdhar pai bali jaay.


Mira felt ecstatic
chanting the virtues of her Lord!
Then Rana sent a gift-
a snake enclosed inside the basket,
to be delivered into Mira's hands.
When she came out of bathroom and opened it,
she found it turned into a sacred stone Shaligram!
When Rana sent a cup full of poison-
Hari, the Lord turned it into nectar.
She drank it after taking bath,
it made her immortal !
Inviting Mira to rest,
Rana sent a bed of thorns.
When the night arrived, she fell asleep-
Hari made it a bed of flowers.
Mira's Lord is watching constantly,
moving obstacles out of her pathway.
Singing Thy songs, she wanders enchanted-
and vows herself to Giridhar to be His forever!
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Baso mere nainan men Nandalaal.
Mohani moorat saanvaree soorat, nainaa bane vishaal.
Adhar sushaaras muralee raajat, ur vaijanteemaal.
chhudra ghantikaa katitat soobhit, nupur shabad rasaal.
Mira ke Prabhu santan sukhdayee, bhakta bachhal Gopaal.


O Son of Nand Come and reside in my eyes.
Your dark complexion is charming to look at.
Thy eyes are lovely, handsome and large.
Nectar is spreading on Thy lips, and a flute is placed there upon.
A necklace of gems is beautifying Thy neck.
Thy belt with small bells makes it more personified.
And the jingling of anklets charms the heart.
Mira's Lord is very compassionate and
takes loving care of His devotees, and delights the hearts of holymen!
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daras bin dookhan lage nain!
daras bin dookhan laage nain.
jab te tum bichhre piy pyaare, kabahu na paayo chain.
sabd sunat meree chhatiyaan kanpe, meethhe laage bain.
ek tak takee panth nihaaroo,bhai chhmaasee rain.
birah bithaa kason kahu sajanee, bah gayee karbat ain.
Meeraa ke Prabhu kab hon miloge,dukh metan sukh den.


My eyes are burning with ailment
without seeing You.
O dear, since that moment You parted with me,
I have never had a moment's rest.
When I listen to Thy words,
my heartbeat goes high.
Indeed Thy voice is very sweet,
gazing with eyes fixed on Thy path.
Each night without Thy becomes a long light of six months' duration.
Whom shall I express my pain of separation?
cutting through my heart?
Mira says, Oh my Lord, Lifter of Mountain on Your little pinky finger,
when will You meet me again!
and destroy my sufferings and confer me the joy!
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chod mat jaajyo jee Mahaaraaj !
chod mat jaajyo jee Maharaaj !
Main abalaa bal naay Gosaain, Tum mere Sir-taaj.
main gun-heen gun naay Gosaain, Tum samarath MahaaRaaj .
thaareen hoy ke kinre jaaun, Tum hibraa ro saaj.
Mira ke Prabhu aur na koyee,raakho abkee laaj.


O Krishna, the Emperor, King of Kings, don't forsake me!
I 'm a feeble woman,
helpless and a crippled one!
Thyself, You 're my crown.
No qualities have I,
and posses no merit.
Oh my Lord- You're most powerful,
I belong to You alone.
Where should I go for shelter,
You are the jewel of my heart.
Mira requests her Savior,
she knows You,
and no other than You,
can save her from the worldly humiliation,
and sufferings of rebirth.
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patian main kaiso likhoon, likhyoi na jaai?
patiyan main kaiso likhoon, likhyoi na jaai?
baat kahoon moohai baat na aavai, nain rahyaa bhar laai.
kalam dharat mero kar kanpat hai, hirdo rahyo ghabrai.
kisbidh charan kamal main gahayo, sab hee anga tharraay.
Mira ke Prabhu Hari avinaasee, charan rahoon laptaai.


How can I write a letter?
when I am unable to write?
I can not speak any thing,
when I want to say some thing,
my eyes get flooded with tears.
As I hold up the pen, my hand trembles,
and my heart puzzles.
How can I hold up Thy lotus feet!
when I can 't stand even,
as my entire body staggers!
Mira begs from her Lord Krishna,
keep a place for her,
under Thy lotus feet.
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Aali mohi laagat Brindaaban neeko!
Aali mohi laagat Brindaban neeko!
Ghar ghar Tulsee Thakur poojaa, darshan Gobind ji ko.
Nirmal neer bahat Yamunaa ko, bhojan doodh dahee ko.
Ratan sinhaasan aap viraaje, mukut dharyo Tulsee ko.
Kunjan kunjan phirat Raadhike, sabad sunat Muralee ko.
Mira ke Prabhu Girdhar Nagar, bhajan vinaa nar pheenko.


O my companion, Brindaavan in my eyes
Has become very dear to me!
Lord is worshipped in every household.
By offering Tulasee leaves, which are very
Dear to Krishna and non-different than Him,
One can realize Lord in sight and feel joy in it!
Yamunaa's pure and spotless water flows there!
Milk and yogurt is their main meal.
Thou, You sit on the throne,
Fitted with various gems,
Wearing Tulasi leaves as Thy crown,
Walking through the forests, Oh Lord
In search of You, listening the sound of Thy flute,
Mira says the human life is worthless
Without singing the Holy Names of God!
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Bhayee kyon na Brij kee mor sajanee!
Bhayee kyon na Brij kee mor sajanee!
Apnee pankhaa ko mukut banaatee, dharate Nandakishor.
Girvar chadh kar ter sunaatee, sunate NandaKishor.
Maat Jashodaa chugo chugaatee, bhar bhar ratan katoor.
Meeraa ke Prabhu Girdhar Nagar, chit hariyo cheetchoor.


Sister, had I been a peacock of Brij,
Of my feathers would have I made Thy crown.
And son of Nand would have wore it!
I would have flown to the top of the mountain
And cried to tell You that I wanted to meet You!
Son of Nand would have heard it and come for help!
Had I been a peacock of Brij,
mother Yashoda would bring me a bowl befitted with jewels
and filled with grains every day, in order to feed me!
Says Mira, You are my Master, O Lifter of mountain Govardhan
On Your right hand's pinky finger!
You have stolen my heart O Thief of Heart!
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Paga ghungharu baandh Meeraa naachee re!
paga ghungharu baandh Meeraa naachee re.
mai sapane to Naaraayana kee, ho gayee aap hee daasee re.
visha kaa pyaalaa RaanaaJee bhejyo, peewata Meeraa haansee re.
loka kahain Meeraa bhai baabaree, baapa kahain kulanaasee re.
Meeraa ke Prabhu Girdhara Nagara, Hari charanon kee daasee re.


Tying the bells in her ankles
Mira dances and dances in Thy honor.
Lord Naaraayana came to her in dreams,
and she surrendered to His lotus feet.
Brother-in-law sent a cup full of poison
so that Mira dies,
she drank it up and laughed, since it became nectar
due to the divine intervention.
The world and the people said: Mira has gone crazy;
even her father confirmed, she has ruined the family reputation.
Says Mira: O my Lord, who is clever and lifter of mountain
Govardhana on His right hand's pinky finger,
I am Your entirely Your servant,
as You steal away all the worries of Your devotees.
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Raanaa Jee then kyaane suun bair!
Raanaa Jee then kyaane raakho suun bair.
they to Raanaa Jee mhane isdaa laago jyoon brachhana men kaira,
mahala ataaree hama saba tyaagyaa, tyaagyo thaaroon basano shaira.
kaajala teekee Raanaa hama saba tyaagyaa bhagween chaadara phaira.
Meeraa ke Prabhu Giradhara Nagara, amrita kar diyo zhaira.



Why did you treat me an enemy ? O brother-in-law!
Why did you behave as a prickly cactus!
O Raanaa! I have left your palace,
and your high rise places to live!
Abandoned your princely cutlery and apparel,
even the city you live in.
O king, I have accepted the renounced order,
left other worldly things.
Apply Tilak made of soot,
and wear the saffron robe.
Mira says her protector is Lord Krishna,
the lifter of mountain on His right hand's pinky finger
as He turned the poison into nectar!
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Ramaiyaa bin rahyo na jaay!
Ramaiyaa bin rahyo na jaaya!
khaan paan mohi pheeko so laagai, naina rahai murjhaaya.
baar baar main araja karoon chhoo, raina gayee dina jaaya.
Meeraa kahai Hari Tum miliyaan, bina taras taras tana jaaye.


O my beloved Master Rama,
I can't survive without You!
Searching for Thee day and night,
no taste in food and drink,
eyes becoming motionless.
Mira requests her Lord,
again and again with folded hands,
to come and meet with her.
Nights after days have passed,
and days after nights had gone by.
Mira feels abandoned and perplexed,
without Thee her life flickers,
and leaves this body restlessly.


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सत्यम शिवम सुन्दरम


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