gaaun kaha tak gun main tere
brij ke krishan kanhaai
jab jab vipd padi bhaktan par
aa kar laaj bchayi
brij ke krishan kanhaai
kisi samay chittaud mein meera
bhakti ka awatar huyi
bhakti ka awatar huyi
saas sasur ko bah na bhai
soche kul ki laaj gayi
putravadhu rana sanga ki
ghunghru bandhe naach rahi
ghunghru bandhe naach rahi

ek taraf thi bairan duniya
ek taraf meera bai
surya kiran si bhakti faili
akbar shah ne jana
taansen ko pas bula kar
puchha ye batlana
kon hai ye meera ji jiski
charcha kare jamana
chhod ke duniyadari jisne
khuda se lobh lagayi
chittaud pati ki putravadhu hai
taansen ne batlaya
darshan karne jayenge hum
akbar ne jab farmaya
kaanp uthe sultan sen ji
bole kaahe bulaya
janam ke bairi aapke rana
ye kya dil mein aayi
ye kya dil mein aayi

lakh kaha par shaah na mani
ja panhuche jogi ban kar
jeth dhari heeron ki mala
parbhu bhagti mein kho kar
sanka ki meera ne puchhha
baai kaha jogi hokar
nadi kinare payi maine
shaaha ne banayi
laut gaye akbar delhi ko
jag ne mauka paya
bhrast ho gyi meera rani
rana ji ko bahakaya
shahi khajane ke ye heere
ashubad yaha se aaya
bhaktibhav ko dhong hai kahte
duniya nahi lajayi
duniya nahi lajayi

Where do I begin, to sing your praise,
Krishna of Vrindavan, in countless ways?
When trials fell upon your devotees,
You came, a savior, setting spirits free.
Krishna of Vrindavan.

In Chittor, once, a Mira bloomed,
An avatar of devotion, consumed.
Her husband's kin, they scorned her so,
Thinking family honor would go.
The daughter-in-law of Rana Sanga,
With anklets on, she danced and sang, a raga.

On one side, the world, a bitter foe,
On the other, Mira, letting her spirit glow.
Like the sun's rays, her devotion spread,
And Akbar Shah heard what was said.
He summoned Tansen, the maestro's art,
"Tell me of this Mira, who has stolen my heart.

Whose name the world cannot ignore?
Leaving the world's ways, she seeks the Lord,
The wife of Chittor's lord," Tansen did say,
"We shall go to see her," said Akbar that day.
Tansen trembled, fearing the king,
"Why have you called her here, and what will it bring?
Your enemy is the Rana,
What has come over your mind?"

Though warned, the Shah would not relent,
He went as a yogi, heaven-sent.
With a garland of jewels, a king's sweet lure,
Lost in devotion, pure.
"Where is your heart", Mira asked the disguised king,
"By the river," he answered, the lie did cling.
Akbar went back to Delhi then,
The world saw its chance, and once again,

They slandered Mira, the queen's name defiled,
And the Rana's heart was beguiled.
"Those jewels came from the Shah," they said,
"Her devotion is a fraud," they spread.
The world was not ashamed, not a bit,
To see her, in truth, they would not admit.