A Comprehensive Collection - Swami Vivekananda

",608 "AND LET SHYAMA DANCE THERE."Terrible Mother, cut the core,.Illusion dispel the dream of happiness,The fondness for the flesh.*True, they garland Thee with scalps,But shrink back in fright,And callThee All-mercif<alAt Thy thunder peal of laughter,At Thy nudeness uncovered as space,,Their heartr cower, but they sayIt is the demons that the Mother kills "!They pretend they wish to see TheeBut at Thy sight, they flee.Thou art Death,Thou distributes! plague and diseaseVessels of venom filled by thine own handaTo each and all.You insane !cheating yourself,You turn not your headLest you see the Mother Terrible.You court hardship in the hope of happiness,You put on the cloak of devotion and worshipTo achieve your selfish ends.The blood from the severed head of a kidFills tjaee with fearYour heart throbs at the sightA toward !Compassionate ? *A strarige state of things! Who will see the truth ?Break the harp, free thyselfFrom the mighty attraction the wine of love, thecharm of sex,l*Forward, with the ocean s cry !i.* The idea is that the brave alone can be compassionate, andnot the coward.