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Ramprasad

Hinduc. 1718-1723 CE – c. 1775 CEHalisahar (Kumarhatta), Bengal, India9 quotes

Ramprasad Sen was an eighteenth-century Bengali Shakta poet and saint whose tender, intimate devotional songs to the Divine Mother Kali, known as Ramprasadi, are still lovingly sung across Bengal and shaped the heart of Shyama Sangeet.

Ramprasad Sen is one of the most beloved devotional voices in the spiritual heritage of Bengal, a poet-saint whose songs of love for the Divine Mother have been sung in the homes, temples, and lanes of his homeland for more than two and a half centuries. Born in the early eighteenth century, around the years 1718 to 1723, in the region of Halisahar, also known as Kumarhatta, in what is today the North 24 Parganas district of West Bengal, he came into a learned and pious Baidya family of the Dhanvantari lineage. His father, Ramram Sen, was a respected practitioner of Ayurvedic medicine and a scholar of Sanskrit, and the young Ramprasad was given a thorough education in Sanskrit, Persian, and the classical learning of his day. Yet from his earliest years his heart inclined not toward worldly advancement but toward poetry and the contemplation of the Divine. Tradition tells that as a young man Ramprasad was placed in a clerical post to support his family, but his mind dwelt always upon the Mother. In a much-loved story, his account books were found filled not with sums and figures but with songs of devotion to Kali. Rather than censure him, his employer, recognising the sincerity and sweetness of his devotion, released him from his duties with a generous stipend so that he might be free to sing of God. Whatever the precise history, the tale captures the essence of his life: a soul so absorbed in love of the Divine Mother that everything else fell gently away. Ramprasad received spiritual initiation and guidance from the celebrated Tantric master Krishnananda Agamavagisha, a renowned devotee of Kali and author of the Tantrasara, under whose direction he deepened his practice of devotion and meditation. Through this discipline Ramprasad came to know the Goddess not as a distant or fearsome power but as the most tender and intimate of mothers. This was his great and original gift to the devotional life of Bengal: he addressed Kali, the Divine Mother in her form of cosmic power, with the artless affection of a child speaking to its mother. He coaxed her, called to her, confided in her, and sometimes lovingly complained to her of the trials of human life, all with a closeness and sweetness that had rarely been expressed before. In his vision the awe-inspiring Goddess became Ma, the loving parent of every soul, and the path of surrender to her became a path of pure and trusting love. His songs, known affectionately as Ramprasadi, gave shape to the tradition of Shyama Sangeet, the devotional music addressed to the Mother. Ramprasad is credited with creating a new and enduring musical form that blended the earthy, heartfelt melodies of Bengali Baul folk song with the refinement of classical raga and the fervour of kirtan. This fusion took deep root in Bengali culture and flourished for generations afterward, inspiring countless poet-composers to sing of the Mother in his lyrical style. The melodies he shaped remain woven into the fabric of Bengali religious and cultural life to this day. Among his literary and devotional works are the Vidyasundar, also remembered as the Kalikamangala, the Kali-kirtana, an unfinished Krishna-kirtana, and above all the Shaktigiti, in which he poured out his deepest and most intimate feelings for the Divine Mother. In these verses he sings as a child who may both adore his mother and gently question her, weaving together profound spiritual insight with disarming human tenderness. His poetry carries the wisdom of the Shakta path lightly and accessibly, opening the highest truths of devotion to learned scholar and humble villager alike. The esteem in which Ramprasad came to be held is reflected in the patronage he received from Raja Krishnachandra of Nadia, who honoured him as a court poet, granted him land, and bestowed upon him the title Kaviranjana, the delight of poets. Yet for all such recognition, Ramprasad remained at heart a simple lover of the Mother, his treasure measured in devotion rather than in worldly station. He is believed to have passed from this world around 1775, in his beloved Bengal, having spent his days singing the praises of the Divine Mother to the very end. The legacy of Ramprasad Sen has only grown more luminous with time. In the nineteenth century the great mystic Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, himself a supreme devotee of Kali, frequently sang Ramprasad's songs and cherished him as his beloved poet, so that many of these verses live on within the Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna. Through such loving transmission, Ramprasad's voice has carried far beyond his own age. In him Bengal and the wider Hindu tradition honour a saint whose genius was to make the Divine Mother near and dear to every heart, and whose songs continue to teach that the surest wisdom and the deepest joy are found in childlike love and trusting surrender to the Divine.

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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.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 112
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.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 76
Is Kali, my Mother, really black? The one who is naked and of the darkest hue illuminates the lotus of the heart.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 111
Out of a hundred thousand kites, at most one or two break free. And you laugh and clap your hands, oh Mother, watching them.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 111
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.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 112
Come, let's go for a walk, mind, to Kali, the wish-fulfilling tree, and gather the four fruits of life beneath it.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 113
If you do as I say, you can give a good account to the King of Death, mind.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 113
Ramprasad says, keep your life afloat like a raft on the ocean of life, rising with the tide and falling with the ebb.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 528
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.
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The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, p. 111