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O Mother, how long would you make me go about
Like the bull with blinkers on
Round and round the oil- press?
Tying me down to the trunk of this world
You are incessantly making me go around and round.

Due to what offence, may I ask,
Have you made me a slave to the six oil-men?
Births countless of beasts and birds and so forth
I have seen through,

Yet the cessation of this suffering is not in sight.
The word `Mother' is soaked in affection,
The way of the world is that
When the child weeps the Mother takes it on her lap.

Am I outside the world?
Countless sinners got delivered
By just chanting `Durga, Durga, Durga'
O Mother, for just once remove the blinkers from my eyes
So that I may behold Your fearless feet.
Wicked sons there are, ever so many but never a wicked Mother.
(Keep Prasad, your wicked son, bent at your feet.)
O Mother, Ramprasad hopes to stay at your feet in the end.


- Ramprasad Sen

Note: The six oil men are Kama, Krodha,Lobha, Moha, Mada (Ahamkara), and Matsarya.

Jai MAA !!!