Tarapith

[Guest guest]

Come, come to Tarapith

 

If you want to see "Ma,"

 

Here you will get the touch of your own Mother,

 

There is no doubt about it.

 

Here there is no distinction of caste,

 

Because my Ma is the Mother of the Universe,

 

Only call out "Ma, Ma,"

 

Mother will place you on her lap.

 

Come here and see,

 

Mother sitting with spread lap,

 

To relieve the burning sensation of poison,

 

She is breast-feeding NilaKantha [ `the blue-throat" ie Siva ]

 

If you come here you will see Vamakhepa,

 

The Mother's darling son,

 

He ate with jackals and the gods,

 

Calling them his brothers,

 

To give rice to the hungry,

 

The mother is calling her children,

 

Wherever you may be,

 

Come, come, come here.

 

Gyan Babu

 

 

OM PARASHAKTIYE NAMAHA