Rana, to me your slander is sweet.
Some praise me, some blame me. I
go the other way.
On the narrow path, I found Gods
people. What should I turn back for?
I am learning wisdom among the
wise, and the wicked look at me
with malice.
Miras Lord is Giridhar Nagar.
Let the wicked burn in the kitchen fire.
Miras God is the lifter of mountains.
I dont like your strange world, Rana,
A world where there are no holy men,
and all the people are trash.
I have given up ornaments, given up
braiding my hair.
I have given up putting on kajal
(collyrium), and putting my hair up.
Miras Lord is Giridhar Nagar; I have
found a perfect bridegroom.
