Classic Poem

Can everyone have the vision of Shyama?
Is Kali's treasure for everyone?
Oh, what a pity my foolish mind
will not see what is true!
Even with all His penances,
rarely does Shiva Himself behold
The mind-bewitching sight
of Mother Shyama's crimson feet.

To him who meditates on Her,
the riches of heaven are poor indeed;
If Shyama casts Her glance on him,
he swims in Eternal Bliss.
The prince of yogis, the king of the Gods,
meditate on Her feet in vain;
Yet worthless Kamalakanta
yearns for the Mother's blessed feet!

[Translated from 'Kali: The Black Goddess of Dakshineswar' by Elizabeth U. Harding]