Ramprasad Sen

(1718 - 1775 / Halisahar / India)

I'M Sick Of Living Mother - Poem by Ramprasad Sen

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 break.
You’ve broken me in this life.

[Translated by Leonard Nathan and Clinton Seely]


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  • Brianna Winebarger (3/20/2012 7:53:00 AM)


    Fantastic poem..has a easy flow to it. (Report) Reply

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