In my poetry make I the images of Kali,
Kali pitch-dark,
Kali nocturnal and supernatural,
Kali of the sadhakas and the shamshanas,
Kali of the crematorium ground, if any.
Kali Shyama Kali, Blue-complexioned,
Kali Dark, Dark Black,
Just like the dark night,
The making time of the Creation,
The Womb of all.
The lila, play of Hers, I try to make out
And comprehend,
An image primordial, ethnic or racial,
A Goddess native and aboriginal
Maybe it the other aspect of delving.
But the thing nay at all superstitious,
Mythical and mystical,
The Dark Mother
And dark the tales of Her Creation,
Which is but a thing of sadhna,
Some deeper understanding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem