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It Comes To Nothing

Ramprasad Sen

 

Human rebirth is the hope of hopes,

but my coming into the world

was just coming,

and came to nothing in the end.

A bee imagines a painting

to be the real lotus

and stubbornly hovers near.

Mother, you tricked me with words

and fed me neem leaves

saying they were sugar.

My mouth slavered for sweet

but tasted only bitter.

You have cheated me

my whole life long.

You put me on earth saying

"It's time for us to play,"

but the game you played

only disappointed me.

 

Ramprasad says this outcome

of the game of existence

was always meant to be.

Now night falls, come and take

your tired child home.

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I'm Not Calling You Mother Anymore

Ramprasad Sen

 

I'm not calling you Mother anymore.

You've given me such agony,

and keep giving me more.

I used to be a happy householder.

You've made me into a crazy ascetic.

What else can you do to me, Wild-Haired One?

I'd go from house to house

and beg my food,

rather than call you Mother,

or come to your arms,

or sit in your lap again.

I kept calling "Mother, Mother,"

but Mother, your eyes didn't see

and your ears didn't hear.

Can any other misfortune matter

when a son suffers like an orphan

with his mother still there?

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You're A Poor Farmer!

Ramprasad Sen

 

You're a poor farmer, mind of mine!

You've let the precious field of human life

sit fallow too long.

If only you had planted right

a golden crop would be yours by now!

If you had fenced it around

with the name of Ma Kali,

no one could ever seize it from you.

Even the God of Death couldn't smash

the stout barrier of the wild-haired Goddess.

Don't you know it could be confiscated

from under your feet this very moment

or a hundred years hence?

Mind, the ownership rights are still yours -

whisk away the harvest this minute!

The Guru planted the seeds,

but the rain of your devotion

must irrigate the fields.

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The Fire of the World

Bireshvar Chakravarti

 

I'll surely go mad now.

The fire of the world

burns in my brain--

how long can I bear it?

I lost myself in the pursuit

of women and wealth, O Tara!

I'm possessed

by this wretched burden,

and I die of fatigue

from the toil of carrying it.

 

I take great pains

to fix my mind on you,

but it won't stay.

It's teased by worldly affairs.

O Mother Kali,

your beggar servant

pleads in desperation-

he can turn to no one else

on earth, in heaven, in hell!

At your gracious feet, he begs

that his appeal not be in vain,

the way his life has been.

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Thank you for your time, effort and concern in sending this to me, Baba.

 

Barbara

-

"Sri Janaardana Kalianandaswami" <baba1008

<>

Sunday, November 30, 2003 1:50 PM

RBSC : for Barbara

 

 

>

> It Comes To Nothing

> Ramprasad Sen

>

> Human rebirth is the hope of hopes,

> but my coming into the world

> was just coming,

> and came to nothing in the end.

> A bee imagines a painting

> to be the real lotus

> and stubbornly hovers near.

> Mother, you tricked me with words

> and fed me neem leaves

> saying they were sugar.

> My mouth slavered for sweet

> but tasted only bitter.

> You have cheated me

> my whole life long.

> You put me on earth saying

> "It's time for us to play,"

> but the game you played

> only disappointed me.

>

> Ramprasad says this outcome

> of the game of existence

> was always meant to be.

> Now night falls, come and take

> your tired child home.

>

>

>

>

>

> To send an email to:

 

>

>

>

> Your use of is subject to

>

>

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Thank you again, Baba.

 

Barbara

 

 

-

"Sri Janaardana Kalianandaswami" <baba1008

<>

Sunday, November 30, 2003 2:04 PM

RBSC : Re: for Barbara

 

 

> You're A Poor Farmer!

> Ramprasad Sen

>

> You're a poor farmer, mind of mine!

> You've let the precious field of human life

> sit fallow too long.

> If only you had planted right

> a golden crop would be yours by now!

> If you had fenced it around

> with the name of Ma Kali,

> no one could ever seize it from you.

> Even the God of Death couldn't smash

> the stout barrier of the wild-haired Goddess.

> Don't you know it could be confiscated

> from under your feet this very moment

> or a hundred years hence?

> Mind, the ownership rights are still yours -

> whisk away the harvest this minute!

> The Guru planted the seeds,

> but the rain of your devotion

> must irrigate the fields.

>

>

>

>

> To send an email to:

 

>

>

>

> Your use of is subject to

>

>

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Thank you once again, Baba. I 'm grateful for your concern.

 

Barbara

 

 

-

"Sri Janaardana Kalianandaswami" <baba1008

<>

Sunday, November 30, 2003 2:08 PM

RBSC : Re: for Barbara

 

 

> The Fire of the World

> Bireshvar Chakravarti

>

> I'll surely go mad now.

> The fire of the world

> burns in my brain--

> how long can I bear it?

> I lost myself in the pursuit

> of women and wealth, O Tara!

> I'm possessed

> by this wretched burden,

> and I die of fatigue

> from the toil of carrying it.

>

> I take great pains

> to fix my mind on you,

> but it won't stay.

> It's teased by worldly affairs.

> O Mother Kali,

> your beggar servant

> pleads in desperation-

> he can turn to no one else

> on earth, in heaven, in hell!

> At your gracious feet, he begs

> that his appeal not be in vain,

> the way his life has been.

To send an email to:

 

>

>

>

> Your use of is subject to

>

>

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