I’m sick of living, Mother, sick.
Life and money have run out
But I go on crying “Tara, Tara,”
Just think of it, Mind –
No one’s anything to anyone.
You’ve come back to this world
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
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,
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
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!
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;
She can ferry you across
the sea of birth and death.
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.