Bhagjogini

Bhagjogini, a countryside girl, simple and innocent, Innocent and ignorant, She arises in the morning, Sweeps the floor, Goes to the river to fill the earthen pitcher with water. A small girl, in a simple and ordinary frock, See I her standing her, Ever ready to serve the guest With a very fine mind And that too without any guile in her heart. She herself a small girl, But she carrying her only smaller brother In her lap, Helping her mother in every possible way And she knows it that she is a girl. A poor daughter of the soil, of her father, She will go away to another house By being a bride, So she lingers more Just as maya. Bhagjogini, Glow Worm, is she by name And in reality is she the glimmer of the house, Carrying it forward through her smile, Her burning of the earthen lamp at eve And bowing before God internally. Uncombed and a little bit clumsy, Without the hair oil, She a country girl goes to school With the small mat piece and the copy-book In her hands. A country girl never seen before With so much of innocence and ignorance And simplicity of heart That she is ever ready to follow you, Serve and nurse you as for hospitality sake.