gali to charo band hui main hari se milne kaise jau
gali to charo band hui main hari se milne kaise jau
unchi neechi raha lapteeli paw nahi thahraya
soch soch pag dharun jatanse baar baar dig jaye
uncha neecha mahal piya ka moh se chada na jaye
piya door panth maharo jheedo surat jhakola khaye
kos kos par pehra beathaya paind paind batmar
hai bidhna kaisi rach deni basayao maharo gaon
meera ke prabhu girdhar nagar satguru dai batay
jugun jugun se bichdi meera ghar main leena laye

mori lagi latak guru charnki dhru
charn bina muj kuch nahi bhawe
jhuth maya sab sapanki
bhawsagar sab sukh gayi hai
fikiri nahi muj tarunonki
meera kahe prabhu girdhar nagar
ulat bhai more nayanki
ranaaji mahe to govind ka gun gaasya
charnamrit ko nem hamare nit uth darshn jasyan
hari mandir me nirat karasya ghughanriya dhamkasyan
ram nam ka jhajh chalasya bhawsagar tar jasyan
yeh sansar baad ka kanta jya sangat nahi jasaya
meera kahe prabhu girdhar nagar nirakh parakh gun gasayn

payo ji main to ram ratan dhan payo teak
vastu amolak di mere satguru kripa kar apnayo ji
janam janam ki punji pai jag main sabhi khowayo
khayo na kharch chor na lewe din din badht sawayo
sat ki nawo khewatiya satguru bhawsagar tar aayo
meera ke prabhu girdhar nagar haras haras jash gaayo

naina nipat bankat chabi atke
dekhat roop madanmohan ko piyat piyukh na matke
barij bhawan alak tedhi mano ati sugandh ras atke
tedhi kati tedhi kar murli tedhi paag lat latke
meera ke prabhu roop lubbhani girdhar nagar nat ke

The streets are sealed on every side, how shall I meet my Lord?
The streets are sealed on every side, how shall I meet my Lord?
The path, uneven, winding, my feet cannot find hold.
I tread with cautious thought, with effort, and falter, time and again.
My Beloved’s palace, lofty, how can I ascend so high?
My Beloved's distance, my path is frail, my consciousness swayed.
Mile after mile, watchmen are seated, path after path, robbers lie in wait.
O Weaver of Fate, what have you woven, my village so far away?
Mira’s Lord is Giridhar Nagar, the True Guru gave the way.
Across ages, Mira, separated, has lit a flame within her home.

My heart is tethered to the Guru's feet.
Without those feet, nothing pleases, all illusion is but a dream.
The ocean of existence has dried, no longer do I worry for my youth.
Mira says, "My Lord, Giridhar Nagar, my eyes have turned within."
O Rana, I shall sing the glories of Govinda, forevermore.
The nectar of His feet, my vow, daily I shall seek His vision.
In the temple of Hari, I shall dance, making the anklets ring.
I shall launch the ship of Rama's Name, and cross the ocean of existence.
This world is a thorny fence, its company I shall not seek.
Mira says, "My Lord, Giridhar Nagar, I shall gaze and sing His praise."

I have found, oh, I have found, the jewel of Ram's Name.
A priceless treasure given by my True Guru, embraced with grace.
The wealth of countless lives I have gained, while the world I have forsaken.
It cannot be consumed, nor spent, nor stolen, it grows each passing day.
The boat of Truth, the boatman, the True Guru, I have crossed the ocean's tide.
Mira's Lord is Giridhar Nagar, joyfully, joyfully, I sing His glory.

My eyes, completely smitten, are caught by His form.
Gazing on the form of Madanmohan, drinking the nectar, never weary.
The lotus eyebrows, the tangled locks, as if the sweet fragrance is caught.
The curved waist, the curved flute, the curved turban, the long locks sway.
Mira, captivated by the Lord’s form, dances with Giridhar Nagar.