I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem. My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it. I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world. No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times. On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence. Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing. Source: member aol/mirabai/payoji.
That dark Dweller in Braj Is my only refuge. O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes. I have chosen the Indestructible for my refuge, Him whom the snake of death Will not devour. My Beloved dwells in my heart, I have actually seen that Abode of Joy. Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible. My Lord, I have taken refuge with Thee; Thy slave. Source: Wikipedia/mirabai.	If by bathing daily God could be realized Sooner would I be a whale in the deep; If by eating roots and fruits He could be known Gladly I would choose the form of a goat; If the counting of rosaries uncovered Him I would say my prayers on mammoth beads; If bowing before stone images unveiled Him A flinty mountain I would humbly worship; If by drinking milk the Lord could be imbibed Many calves and children would know Him; If abandoning one's wife could summon God Would not thousands be eunuchs? Mirabai knows that to find the Divine One, The only indispensable is Love. Source: Sri Sri Paramahansa Yogananda. Autobiography of a Yogi. 1946. United States of America: Self Realization Fellowship. 74-75.
The Dagger The dagger of love has pierced my heart. I was going to the river to fetch water, A golden pitcher on my head. Hariji has bound me By the thin thread of love, And wherever He draws me, Thither I go. Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara: This is the nature Of his dark and beautiful form. Source: Poet Seers/mirabai.
I am Married to the Eternal Husband (Note: the interpretation below is based on a portion of Swami Radhanandaji's translation and interpretation. Simply follow the link below for his original text. Also, items in parenthesis have been added to the text.) O my companion, saheli, I am married to the Eternal Husband (i.e. Brahman; God). I am now married to The Indivisible Husband (soul/atma is one with paramatma; I experience/live/know that my soul or atma is brahman, i.e., that I am One with the Absolute). After having gone through eighty four lakhs (8.4 million) birth and death cycles, I have suffered a great deal in this ocean of samsar (i.e. illusion/fictitious, temporal, material, worldly or superficial life). (Such a) worldly life and the (or: its) samsari relatives are all terribly deceptive; seeing and repeatedly experiencing this, I shiver. The entire family and those associated with them are all selfish, yet now I am relieved from this deceptive world. After taking this birth, I have suffered immeasurably having lived a married worldly life and establishing a household. Yet, I am now very joyous in the company of saints, and feel at peace having established in a single goal (i.e. to remember/celebrate One-ness or knowledge of "marriage" to the Lord, and being "unmarried" to the worldly/illusion/duality-consciousness) in this life, (hence/I therefore live) without doubts or confusion. I have overcome the worldly thirst (a reference to duality-consciousness; illusion; sin-consciousness; materialism at the expense of spiritual/deeper pursuits; greed, etc.) due to infinite grace of Truth, Shri Krishna and the Sadguru (i.e., the great teacher) within. Gopi Mira's Lord is Giridhar (a historical/stylistic/scriptural reference/metaphor. Also related: I know/have the Lord, who is Everything/everywhere present). He is the true civilized, dependable, pure, selfless friend and husband. I now surrender at the feet of saints. Source: Gitananda/mirabai.
It is raining in the month of Savan, I like the rain coming down. In Savan, my heart starts to pine, I hear the sound of Hari coming. The clouds have rolled in from all sides, lightening occurs and it pours. Tiny drops come from the clouds, and I enjoy the cool breeze. O lord of Mira, called Giridhar Nagar, The cloudy season is for singing joyfully. Source: Hindi Poets/mira bai.	A Great Yogi In my travels I spent time with a great yogi. Once he said to me. “Become so still you hear the blood flowing through your veins.” One night as I sat in quiet, I seemed on the verge of entering a world inside so vast I know it is the source of all of us. Source: Old Poetry/mirabai.
Turn Back? This infamy, O my Prince, is delicious! Some revile me, others applaud, I simply follow my incomprehensible road. A razor-thin path but you meet some good people, A terrible path, but you hear a true word. Turn back? Because the wretched stare and see nothing? O Mira's lord is noble and dark, and slanderers Rake only themselves, over the coals. Source: For love of the Dark One: songs of Mirabai. Translated by Andrew Schelling (at Poet Seers.org).

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