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Mirabai - Mine is Gopal
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Mine Is Gopal 
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 should I 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 all wrapped up in a blanket. 
I took off my finery of 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 with love He takes me across to the further shore.
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