She’s Playing in my heart

She’s Playing in my heart

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.

Common sense, know-how-gone,
So they say I’m crazy. Let them.
All I ask, my crazy Mother,
Is that You stay put. 

Ramprasad cries out: Mother, don’t
Reject this lotus heart You live in
Don’t despise this human offering
At Your feet.

–  Ramprasad Sen

From: Grace and Mercy in her Wild Hair

Selected Poems to the Mother Goddess

Translated by Leonard Nathan and Clinton Seely