The Drop of
Nectar in the Poison
Mira's achievement in music is remarkable. She herself has set tunes to her songs and has
mentioned the ragas. 'Rag Govinda' and 'Rag Mira Malhar' are her own creations. Mira's
songs can easily be set to music. And this is why those songs have been on the lips of
people for over four hundred years.
There are several compositions on record said to have been her work. But only the lyrics
known, as Padas (songs of folk style) are important. So far more than four hundred such
songs have been collected.
Mira's name is not mentioned in any of the royal chronicles of Rajasthan. No details of
any kind can be found in the writings of contemporary historians. From all this, it is
obvious that there was a deliberateattempt to wipe out her name from history. Some people
had tried to kill her when she was alive. Probably they tried to prevent all mention of
her in history. This would not be surprising. Jealousy and hatred make a man stoop to any
mean act. The moving songs of Mira who had won the hearts of the people are still on their
lips and so she lives still.Those kings in power
in those days not only hated her and treated her with contempt but also tried to expel her
from the pages of history. Today while we look for material in books of history for Mira's
biography, we have to ignore them. But Mira who had suffered their cruelty neither did not
hate them in return nor showed any anger. Like a drop of sweet nectar preserved unspoiled
even in the midst of poison, in the midst of hatred, violence and scandals, Mira fixed her
mind on Lal Giridhar and sang in praise of him. We feel as if we hear Mira say with a
smile, 'A devotee suffers any kind of hardship for the sake of his God, He never gives up
his God. By minding his own business, he reaches his goal.'
The song comes floating across f hundred years:
"Mere tho Giridhar Gopal
doosaro na koyi II
Mata chodi, pita chode,
Chode saga soyi I
Sadha sang baith baith
Lok laj khoyi II
Santh dekh dowdi aayi,'
Jagat dekh royi I
Prem aasu dar dar
Amar bel boyi I
Marag me taran mile
santh nam doyi I
Santh sada sees par
Nam hridou hoyi II
Ab tho bath phail gayi,
Janou sab koyi I
Dasi Mira Lal Giridhar
Honi so hoyi II
"I have no one but Giridhar Gopal. I gave up my mother. I gave up my father, and gave
up all my kith and kin. I gave up my shyness in the company of sages. I ran eagerly
seeking the saints but the ways and manners of the world came in the way. Then I shed
tears. Those tears have kept the creeper of love alive. Saints and the holy name of Sri
Krishna were the guiding lights I found along my path. Sri Krishna from within and the
saints from without have illumined my path. My Lord, this slave Mira is yours. And you are
the goal she wishes to reach. Let people gossip as they please. What does it matter?" |