Torn in Shreds - by Mirabai - I translated this from medieval Hindi
मेरे तो गिरिधर गुपाल, दूसरा न कोई ।
जा के सिर सोर मुकुट, मेरो पति सोई ॥
तात, मात, भ्रात, बंधु, अपना नहिं कोई ।
छाँड़ दई, कुल की कान, क्या करेगा कोई?
संतन ढिग बैठी बैठी, लोक लाज खोई ॥
चुनरी के किये टूक टूक, ओढ़ लीन्ह लोई ।
मोती मूँगे उतार बन माला पोई ॥
अँसुवन जल सींचि सींचि प्रेम बेलि बोई ।
अब तो बेलि फैल गई, आनंद फल होई ॥
दूध की मथनिया, बड़े प्रेम से बिलोई ।
माखन जब काढ़ि लियो, छाछ पिये कोई ॥
आई मैं भक्ति काज, जगत देख रोई ।
दासी मीराँ गिरधर प्रभु तारे अब मोई ॥
Torn in Shreds
by Mirabai (1498-1547)
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.
On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.
Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.
I've forsaken both God and the family's honor: what can anyone do?
I've sat near the holy ones, and I've lost shame before the people.
I've torn my scarf into shreds; I'm wrapped in a blanket.
I took off my pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers.
With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted;
Now the creeper has grown spread all over, and borne the fruit of bliss.
The churner of the milk churned with great love.
When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk.
I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept.
Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: now he takes me across to the further shore.
mere to giridhara gupāla, dūsarā na koī |
jā ke sira mora mukuṭa, mero pati soī ||
tāta, māta, bhrāta, bandhu, apanā nahim koī |
chāṁṛa daī, kula kī kāna, kyā karegā koī?
santana ḍhiga baiṭhī baiṭhī, loka lāja khoī ||
cunarī ke kiye ṭūka ṭūka, oṛha līnha loī |
motī mūṅge utāra bana mālā poī ||
aṁsuvana jala sīnci sīnci prema beli boī |
aba to beli phaila gai, ānanda phala hoī ||
dūdha kī mathaniyā, baṛe prema se biloī |
mākhana jaba kāṛhi liyo, chācha piye koī ||
āī maiṁ bhakti kāja, jagata dehka roī |
dāsī mīrāṁ giradhara prabhu tāre aba moī ||