ASCRIBED TO RĀMPRASĀD SEN
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remains in my mind, Mother, save flames of funeral ever burning. Against thy coming, I have scattered ashes everywhere.
Flinging beneath thy Feet him who is Time's Great Period[1] and Conqueror of Death,[2] come, Mother, dancing come, and, though my eyes be shut, I shall see thee.
LXIX. KĀLĪ THE REFUGE
Where'er thou art, O Bhava's[3] Queen, let me have sight of thee. Appear to me, thou wife of Śiva, disporting thyself on Hara's breast. Ever in my sorrow am I crying to thee, my Mother. Have mercy upon me, most merciful Mother. I know not how to worship; I am not worthy to worship thee. Thou saviour of sinners, let me behold thee. Thy wretched child, O Mother, crieth to thee. Thou who hast given me birth, forget not the day of my death.
