Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains

Mine is the lifter of mountains, the cowherd, and none other. O sadhus! there is no other--I have seen the whole world. I left brothers, I left kindred, I left all I had. Sitting near the sadhus, I lost worldly shame. I looked at the devotees and I was one with them; I looked at the world and wept. With tears I watered love’s creeper and it took root. I churned the milk, drew out the ghee and threw away the whey. Rana sent a cup of poison; I drank it and stayed ecstatic. Mira’s attachment is strong--what was to happen has happened. O friend, I cannot live without the delightgiver. Mother-in-law fights, my sister-in-law teases, The Rana remains angry. They have a watchman sitting at the door, and a lock fastened on it. Why should I give up my first love, the love of my former life? None else pleases me.