sîla santoSha kî kesara gholî
prema prîti picakâra
uRata gulâla, lâla bhaye bâdala
barsata rang apâra
ghaTa ke saba paTa khola diye haim
loka lâja saba Dâra
mîrâ ke prabhu giradhara nâgara
caraNa kamala balihâra

The saffron of virtue and contentment
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about,
Limitless colors raining down.
All the covers of the earthen vessel of my body are wide open;
I have thrown away all shame before the world.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover.
I sacrifice myself in devotion to His lotus feet.