by Ramprasad Sen
So I say: Mind, don’t you sleep
Or time is going to get in and steal from you.
You hold on to the sword of Kali’s name.
The shield of Tara’s name.
Can Death overwhelm you?
Sound Kali’s name on a horn and sound it loud.
Chant, “Durga, Durga,”
Until you bring the dawn around.
If She won’t save you in this Dark Age—.
But how many great sinners have been saved!
Is Ramprasad then
So unsalvageable a rogue?
—from Grace and Mercy in Her Wild Hair, by Leonard Nathan and Clinton Seely
The Cosmic Mother 