A Country Fair.

by Kali Worshiper Ramprasad. Edited by 白狐

Drive me out of my mind, O Mother !!
What use is esoteric or philosophical knowledge ?!
Transport me totally with the burning wine
of Your all-embracing love !!
Mystery Mother, Who imbues with mystery
the hearts of those who love you,
immerse me irretrievably
in the stormy boundless ocean
óf pure lóve, óf pure lóve, óf pure lóve !!

Wherever Your lovers reside, appears
like a madhouse to common perception.
Some are laughing with Your freedom,
others weep tears of Your tenderness,
still others dance, whirling with Your bliss.
Even Your devoted Gautama and Your Moses,
and Your devoted Krishna and Your Jesus,
Your devoted Nanak and Muhammad
are lost - in pure love's rapture.

This poet stammers, overcome with longing:
"When ? When ? When ? When will I be granted
companionship with Her intense lovers ?!"
Their holy company is heavenly, a country fair
for those mad with love, where every distinction
between master and disciple disappears.
Their love of love sings: "Mother !! Mother !! Mother !!
Who [but You] can fathom Your mystery,
Your eternal play of love with love ?"

You are divine madness, O Goddess,
Your love - its brilliant crown.
Please, make this poor poet madly wealthy
with the infinite treasure of Your love !!

Here's the very good but here and there so-so version from
the Gospel of Ramakrishna:
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/
india/poems-ramprasad/count/

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