Ramprasad Sen Poems

I’m sick of living, Mother, sick.
Life and money have run out
But I go on crying “Tara, Tara,”
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Tell me, brother, what happens after death?
The whole world is arguing about it --
Some say you become a ghost,
Others that you go to heaven,
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She’s playing in my heart.
Whatever I think, I think Her name.
I close my eyes and She’s in there
Garlanded with human heads.
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O Mother, who really
Knows Your magic?

You’re a crazy girl
Driving us all crazy with these tricks.
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Once for all, this time,
I have thoroughly understood;
From One who knows it well,
I have learnt the secret of bhava.
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Just think of it, Mind –
No one’s anything to anyone.

You’ve come back to this world
For nothing.
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Come, let us go for a walk, O mind,
to Kali, the Wish-fulfilling Tree,
And there beneath It gather the four fruits of life.
Of your two wives, Dispassion and Worldliness
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Why is Mother Kali so radiantly black?
Because she is so powerful,
that even mentioning her name destroys delusion.
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Ma Tara, you are truly the exalted one,
the essence of awareness.
But are you aware of the foolish poet
who sings this song?
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Meditate on Kali! Why be anxious?
The night of delusion is over; it's almost dawn.
The sun is rising, dispelling
thick nets of darkness, and lotuses are blooming thanks to Siva
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