Mother, this is the grief that sorely grieves my heart,

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Whereupon Sri Ramakrishna , taking upon himself, as it were, the

agonies of all householders , sang a song complaining to the Divine

Mother ;

 

Mother, this is the grief that sorely grieves my heart,

That even with Thee for Mother, and though I am wide awake,

There should be robbery in my house

Many and many a time I vow to call on Thee,

Yet when the time for prayers comes around, I have forgotten.

 

As Thou hast never given, so Thou receivest naught;

Am I to blame for this, O Mother? Hadst Thou but given,

Surely then Thou hadst received;

Out of Thine own gifts I should have given to Thee.

Glory and shame, bitter and sweet, are Thine alone;

This world is nothing but Thine play.

Then, why, O Blissful One ,dost Thou cause rift in it ?

 

Says Ramprasad : Thou has bestowed on me this mind,

And with a knowing wink of Thine eye

Bidden it, at the same time, to go and enjoy the world,

And so I wonder here forlorn through Thy creation,

Blasted, as it were, by someone`s evil glance,

Taking the bitter for sweet,

Taking the unreal for Real.

 

 

Excerpts from pg 137;The Master and Keshab :The Gospel of Sri

Ramakrishna.)

 

Jai Kali !!!