Religion
"My Mother Thou"
Translated by Nicol Macnicol (1919) · From Psalms of Maratha Saints (1919)
Religion
My Mother thou; thy sucking babe am I:
Feed me with love, my Pandurang, I cry.
I am the calf with thee the mother cow;
Thy milk, my Pandurang, withold not now.
I am thy fawn, the mother doe thou art;
Rend the world's snare, my Pandurang, apart.
Thou mother bird and I among thy brood;
O fly, my Pandurang, and bring me food.
Ah, heart's beloved, hear thy Nama say,
On every side thou hedgest up my way.
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MLA
Namdev. “"My Mother Thou".” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/namdev/7/.
Chicago
Namdev. “"My Mother Thou".” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/namdev/7/.
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