Ramprasad

Men are deluded by Her maya and have become attached to the world. Ramprasad says: You have given me this mind, and with a knowing glance, You have told me to go and enjoy the world.

I don't drink ordinary wine, but the wine of eternal bliss, as I repeat my Mother Kali's name. It intoxicates my mind so much that people think I'm drunk.

Is Kali, my Mother, really black? The one who is naked and of the darkest hue illuminates the lotus of the heart.

Out of a hundred thousand kites, at most one or two break free. And you laugh and clap your hands, oh Mother, watching them.

When I forget to pray, I realize it's all Your doing. You haven't given me anything, so You can't expect to receive anything from me. Am I to blame for this, Mother? If You had given me something, I would have given it back to You.

Come, let's go for a walk, mind, to Kali, the wish-fulfilling tree, and gather the four fruits of life beneath it.

If you do as I say, you can give a good account to the King of Death, mind.

Ramprasad says, keep your life afloat like a raft on the ocean of life, rising with the tide and falling with the ebb.

In the world's busy marketplace, oh Syama, you are flying kites. They soar high on the wind of hope, held fast by the string of maya.