Nothing Is Really Mine Except Krishna.

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