Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else. <br />On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband. <br />Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own. <br />I've forsaken both God, and the family's honor: what should I do? <br />I've sat near the holy ones, and I've lost shame before the people. <br />I've torn my scarf into shreds; I'm all wrapped up in a blanket. <br />I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers. <br />With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted; <br />Now the creeper has grown spread all over, and borne the fruit of bliss. <br />The churner of the milk churned with great love. <br />When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk. <br />I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept. <br />Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: now with love He takes me across to the further shore. <br /> <br />~~~~~~~ <br />mere to giridhara gupaala, duusaraa na koii | <br />jaa ke sira mora mukuTa, mero pati soii || <br />taata, maata, bhraata, baMdhu, apanaa nahiM koii | <br />ghaaM.Da daii, kula kii kaana, kyaa karegaa koii? <br />saMtana Dhiga baiThi baiThi, loka laaja khoii || <br />chunarii ke kiye Tuuka Tuuka, o.Dha liinha loii | <br />motii muu.Nge utaara bana maalaa poii || <br />a.Nsuvana jala siiMchi siiMchi prema beli boii | <br />aba to beli phaila gaii, aanaMda phala hoii || <br />duudha kii mathaniyaa, ba.De prema se biloii | <br />maakhana jaba kaa.Dhi liyo, ghaagha piye koii || <br />aaii maiM bhakti kaaja, jagata dekha roii | <br />daasii miiraa.N giradhara prabhu taare aba moii ||<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torn-in-shreds/
