Ramprasad Sen was a Shakta poet of eighteenth century Bengal. His bhakti poems, known as Ramprasadi, are still popular in Bengal—they are usually addressed to the Hindu goddess Kali and written in Bengali. Stories of Ramprasad's life typically include legends and myths mixed with biographical details.
It is said that, Ramprasad was born into a Tantric family, and showed an inclination towards poetry from an early age. He became a disciple of Agamavisha, a Tantric scholar and yogi. Ramprasad became well known for his devotional songs, eventually becoming the court poet for the king Krishna Chandra of Nadia. His life has been the subject of many stories depicting his devotion to, ... more »
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Ramprasad Sen Poems
I'm Sick of Living Mother
I’m sick of living, Mother, sick. Life and money have run out But I go on crying “Tara, Tara,”
Come, Let Us Go For A Walk, O Mind
Come, let us go for a walk, O mind, to Kali, the Wish-fulfilling Tree, And there beneath It gather the four fruits of life. Of your two wives, Dispassion and Worldliness
Call out Kali, Kali
Just think of it, Mind – No one’s anything to anyone. You’ve come back to this world For nothing.
Meditate on Kali! Why be anxious?
Meditate on Kali! Why be anxious? The night of delusion is over; it's almost dawn. The sun is rising, dispelling thick nets of darkness, and lotuses are blooming thanks to Siva
Once For All, This Time
Once for all, this time, I have thoroughly understood; From One who knows it well, I have learnt the secret of bhava.
Love Her, Mind;
Love Her, Mind; She can ferry you across the sea of birth and death.
Tell Me, Brother, What Happens After Dea...
Tell me, brother, what happens after death? The whole world is arguing about it -- Some say you become a ghost, Others that you go to heaven,
I Drink No Ordinary Wine
I drink no ordinary wine, but Wine of Everlasting Bliss, As I repeat my Mother Kali's name; It so intoxicates my mind that people take me to be drunk!
Who Knows Your Magic
O Mother, who really Knows Your magic? You’re a crazy girl Driving us all crazy with these tricks.
Ma, You're inside me;
Ma, You're inside me; who says You keep Your distance, Syama? You're a stony girl, terrible illusion, dressing in many guises.
She's Playing in My Heart
She’s playing in my heart. Whatever I think, I think Her name. I close my eyes and She’s in there Garlanded with human heads.
Why is Mother Kali so Radiantly Black?
Why is Mother Kali so radiantly black? Because she is so powerful, that even mentioning her name destroys delusion.
The Diamond Essence of Awareness
Ma Tara, you are truly the exalted one, the essence of awareness. But are you aware of the foolish poet who sings this song?
Mind Don't Sleep
So I say : Mind, don’t you sleep Or Time is going to get in and steal from you.
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I'm Sick of Living Mother
I’m sick of living, Mother, sick.
Life and money have run out
But I go on crying “Tara, Tara,”
Hoping. You are the mother of all
And our nurse. You carry the Three Worlds
In Your belly.
So am I some orphan fallen out
Of the sky? And if You think I’m bad,
Remember, You’re the cord connecting
Every good and evil
And I’m a tool tied to illusion.
Your name can blot out fear
Of Death – so Shiva said,
But, Terrible One, You forget all that,
Absorbed in Shiva, Death, and Time.
Prasad says: Your games, Mother,
Are mysteries. You make and ...