I danced before my Giridhara.
Again and again I dance
To please that discerning critic,
And put His former love to the test.
I put on the anklets
Of the love of Shyam,
And behold! My Mohan stays true.
Worldly shame and family custom
I have cast to the winds.
I do not forget the beauty of the Beloved
Even for an instant.
Mira is dyed deeply in the dye of Hari.
Just truly magical the feelings and emotions are so vividly and the sense of oneness is is relate able and love for krishna is beyond everything hope that her blessings are there wIth us forever.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is fantastically touching deeply the heart........