My Mother's Prayer-Tears

Mother Yogamaya

```

Mother Yogamaya, Mother Yogamaya, Mother,

Sleepless, breathless prayer-tears you chose.

Therefore, your earth-life-days

Became Heaven’s fragrance-rose.

```

Mago Yogamaya Mago Yogamaya

```

Mago Yogamaya Mago Yogamaya

Mago Yogamaya Mago

Shatek ashish kusum aniya

Amar hiyai jago

```

Mata Yogamaya Janita

```

Mata Yogamaya janita

Bhitare bahire pabita

Paramer kripa khudita

Hriday narahe mudita

```

Dushta Baro Chhilam Ami

```

Dushta baro chhilam ami

Dushta ati dushta

Amai dekhe tabu mago

Hate param tushta

```

Translation:

```

My childhood days were flooded

With restless and endless mischief.

Yet my very presence gave you

Delight enormous and satisfaction precious.

``` [Dedicated by Sri Chinmoy to his mother, Yogamaya]

Bhitar Bahir Dibash Rati (1)

```

Bhitar bahir dibas rati

Chhilam dushtu shishu

Tabu ami tomar kole

Chhilam tomar Jishu

```

Translation:

```

Day and night

My infant inner life and my infant outer life

Became my two perfect mischief-prank-victims.

Yet, I know not how I was found

In your Elysian affection-flooded lap,

Like Jesus of his Mother Mary.

```

Tumi Je Tomar Karuna Nayan

```

Tumi je tomar karuna nayan

Ogo mata Yogamaya

Bishal hriday karechilo dhan

Ati chhoto taba kaya

```

Translation:

```

My Mother Yogamaya,

You were your compassion-eyes.

Your tiny and fragile earth-frame

Gave birth to a vastness-heart.

```

Baroi Bhalo Lage Amar Balte Tomar

```

Baroi bhalo lage amar

Balte tomar katha

Pran kanane phute amar

Oishi nirabata

```

Translation:

```

Happiness runs to-and-fro inside my heart

When of You I speak.

Your silence-eye from Heaven descends

And blossoms inside my heart-garden.

```

Dharar Buke Esechile

```

Dharar buke esechile

Eksa sarat age

Tomar smriti smaran kari

Baroi anurage

```

Translation:

```

Into the world you came

To be a member of the earth-family

For fifty fleeting years,

And your Heaven-return now completes

One hundred years — one long century.

Your sweetness-reminiscences tearfully gladden

And enlighten us — all your dear ones.

```

[Dedicated by Sri Chinmoy to his mother Yogamaya]

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Mother's Prayer-Tears, Agni Press, New York, 1994
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