Mira sang of her love for Krishna with such simplicity and directness that in her songs millions have found a voice and echo of their own God-yearning.
My lover's gone off to some foreign country, sopping wet at our doorway
I watch the clouds rupture.
Mira says, nothing can harm him.
This passion has yet to be slaked.
Mother, I have bargained and bought Govinda!
Let some say:Cheap! Let some say:Costly!
I have weighed in the balance.
Let some say:He is in the house, some say! In the woods!
Sporting in the company of Radha!
When Meera’s Lord Giridhar Krishna comes, love.