Oh Ma Kali, for a long time now
You’ve masqueraded in this world
as a clown.
But I am punished inside
and there’s nothing funny about Your jokes.
Oh Ma, sometimes You’re the air we breathe,
sometimes the sky in the seventh underworld
furthest away, and
sometimes the water in the sea
You assume so many forms!
I have traveled to countless lands
and worn countless costumes; even so,
Your marvels — ha! — never cease.
My mind is a cad; that’s why it’s sunk
in attachments. Why else
would these tricks of Yours