गली तो चारों बन्द हुई ।
मै हरि से मिलूं कैसे जाऊं ।।
ऊंची नीची राह रपटीली
पाठ नहीं ठहराय ।
सोच सोच पग धरूं जतन से
बार बार डिग जाय ।।
ऊंचा नीचा महल पिया का
म्हांसू चढ़यो न जाय ।
पिया दूर पंथ म्हारा झीणो
सुरत झकोला खाय ।।
कोस कोस पर पहरा बैठया
पैंड पैंड बटमार ।
हे विधना कैसी रच दीनी
दूर बसायो म्हारो गांव ।।
मीरा के प्रभु गिरधर नागर
सतगुरु दई बताय ।
जुगन जुगन की बिछड़ी मीरा
घर मे लीनी लाय ।।
Blocked are all the four pathways,
How can I meet my Hari?
Ups and downs cross this slippery path,
On which the feet their hold cannot find.
Cautiously and thoughtfully I place my foot and proceed on,
And at every step I tremble lest I fall
Steep and difficult is the palace of the Dear One to climb,
Difficult for me to ascend it.
Far off dwells the Lord while my path is narrow,
My mind is all the time singing and dangling about.
At stages sit the sentinels and watch,
While the path is with robbers beset.
What a difficulty have you raised,
Far off you have located by abode.
Meera's Lord Girdhara Nagar,
To her has her Satguru pointed out.
Meera for ages separated from Home,
is brought back to it.