I am reproducing the same here with thanks to the author.

I don't think I can do better than how it

is put together by the author:

hari tum haro jana ki pr

Almighty Lord God, remove the sufferings of Your slaves.

draupad k lj rkh tum badhyo cr

You protected the honor of Draupadi, Lengthening the garment that covered her.

bhakta krana rpa narahari dharyo p arr

For the sake of Your devotee, You assumed the form of Nrsimhadeva.

hiranyakayapa mr lnho dharyo nhina dhr

You killed Hiranyakasipu With Your fierce form.

bdate gaja rja rkhyo kiyo bhar nr

You rescued the drowning elephant Gajaraj, Taking him out of the water.

dsi mr ll giradhar dukha jah tah pr

Oh Master Giridhara! I am only Your maidservant, Mira.
Here and there, there is only suffering and pain.

This is a very short but very very sweet song. Meera talks to Krishna, her master. She always
considers herself as Krishna's maidservant and slave.

She talks about how Krishna saves everyone and why He is the only one who can save her now.

Krishna protected Draupathi when she was defenseless in front of Duchchathana. Draupathi was
losing her saree and though everyone was there, nobody came to her help. Nobody came to
protect her modesty. Draupati had 5 husbands, not just one. And, all of her five husbands were
present in that place when this cruelty was inflicted on her. And yet, none of them helped her.
The great Bhishma was there. The great guru Drona was there. The great guru Krupa was there.
And yet, nobody helped her. She called out to Krishna. And, though Krishna was not even
physically present there at that time, yet, Krishna was the one who saved her. The moment
Draupati called out to Krishna, her saree began to grow and grow. Finally a tired Dhuchchathana
fell down, not able to do the task he started to do.
Mane Chakar Rakho Ji (Translation)
bhajan by Mirabai, 1498-1547

Keep me as Thy servant, O Lord,

keep me as Thy servant.

I will remain Thy faithful servant,

I will plant Thy garden.
And every morning will rise early
To have Thy sight.

In the leafy lanes of Brindaban

I will sing the deeds of Govinda,
If I perform Thy service,
I will have Thy sight for a reward.

Thy remembrance will be my wages,

The spirit of devotion my fief,
For which I have longed during many a birth.

Beautiful Krishna with His peacock crown,

His yellow waist-cloth
And His necklace of glittering gems.
Mohan, the flute-player
Is grazing the cows in Brindaban.

I will make fresh green bowers for Him,

With borders between.
Robed in a scarlet sari,
I shall enjoy the sight of Shyam,
Miras Lord is the courtly Giridhara,
Her heart is in much perturbation.
I request to have the sight of the Lord
At midnight by the banks of the Yamuna,
the river of love.

Keep me as Thy servant,

O Lord, keep me as Thy servant.