Nothing is really mine except Krishna. <br />O my parents, I have searched the world <br />And found nothing worthy of love. <br />Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk <br />And an exile from their company, <br />Since I seek the companionship of holy men; <br />There alone do I feel happy, <br />In the world I only weep. <br />I planted the creeper of love <br />And silently watered it with my tears; <br />Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling. <br />You offered me a cup of poison <br />Which I drank with joy. <br />Mira is absorbed in contemplation of Krishna, <br />She is with God and all is well! <br /> <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />O my King, my father, nothing delights me more <br />Than singing the praises of Krishna. <br />If thou art wrath, <br />then keep thy kingdom and thy palace, <br />For if God is angry, where can I dwell? <br />Thou didst send me a cup of poison and a black cobra, <br />Yet in all I saw only Krishna! <br />Mira is drunk with love, and is wedded to the Lord! <br /> <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />The heart of Mira is entangled <br />In the beauty of the feet of her Guru; <br />Nothing else causes her delight! <br />He enabled her to be happy in the drama of the world; <br />The Knowledge he gave her dried up <br />The ocean of being and becoming. <br />Mira says: My whole world is Shri Krishna; <br />Now that my gaze is turned inward, I see it clearly<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-is-really-mine-except-krishna/
