Ramprasad Poems to the Mother Goddess


What did I do wrong?


Every day it gets harder.


I sit here blubbering all the time,


Telling myself I’m going to get out


Of this place, I’ve had it with this life.


The Lord of Death, a good servant,


Came in and spun the great wheel


So I say to myself that I’m getting Out of here


To spend what’s left of my life reciting


Your name, but Kali, You’ve got me so hooked


To the things of this world, I can’t cut loose.


Ramprasad cries at Kali’s feet:


O my dark Devi, I move through the shadows


Of Your world in a black mood



Go on—I know You, Mother, I know You


Who ever praises You and makes You hymns


Gets punished twice as hard for his trouble,


Gets roasted with pain and misery.


Nothing comes easy. It takes sweat


To hold back a flood, takes a strong man


To force his freedom out of You,


Takes a finger in Your eye


To get a little justice.


Mother, You gave those feet that Shiva worshipped


To Mahishasura out of terror.


If somebody can tell You off,


If somebody comes armed,


You’ll protect him always.


Ramprasad wants only Your blessing


To be happy. So take every sense


But his voice so he can worship


At the feet of the dark Devi.




from:
Grace and Mercy in Her Wild Hair:
Selected Poems to the Mother Goddess.
Ramprasad Sen.
Translated by Leonard Nathan and Clinton Seeley.
Boulder, Colo.: Great Eastern, 1982.

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