HIS PLAY IS ENDED

[Guest guest]

My play is finished, Mother. My play is finished,

thou Joyous One. It was to play that I came to the

earth, I have taken its dust and played. O thou

Daughter of the Mountains, now am I in fear of death,

for death is close at hand. In childhood's days what

games I had! Then I wasted in the joys of married

life the breath that should have been given to prayer.

 

RÄmprasÄd says: Now that I am old and feeble, tell

me, Mother, what I must do. O Mother of mine, thou

that art strength itself, give me devotion. Cast me

into the waters of salvation.

 

Ramprasad Sen