My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing.
Mirabai , was a 16th-century Hindu mystic poet and devotee of Krishna. She is a celebrated Bhakti saint, particularly in the North Indian Hindu tradition. Mirabai was born into a Rajput royal family in Kudki, Pali district, Rajasthan, India then spent her chi…
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हरि तुम हरो जन की भीर।द्रोपदी की लाज राखी, तुम बढायो चीर॥
नैना निपट बंकट छबि अटके।देखत रूप मदनमोहन को, पियत पियूख न मटके।
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बादल देख डरी हो, स्याम, मैं बादल देख डरीश्याम मैं बादल देख डरी
