Ma, You're inside me;
who says You keep Your distance, Syama?
You're a stony girl, terrible illusion,
dressing in many guises.
For different methods of prayer You put on
the five chief forms.
But once someone realizes
the five are one,
there'll be no escape for You!
Understanding the truth,
he won't encumber You with false worship
and You'll have to stop
as if You'd sneezed
to take his burdens.
Once he knows the value of gold
will he welcome glass
Prasad says, My heart is shaped like a flawless lotus.
I place You there, my mental Goddess:
[ Translated from Bengali by Rachel Fell McDermott]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem