The Dark Daughter

The Dark Daughter The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful, Call her not dark, As she dark not, my dark daughter, Dark you, dark the world, the tales of Creation, Dark, dark is Kali, Not only you. Dark daughter, you not only dark, Dark the world and the tales of it, Dark the Creation And the tales of it, The Light coming out from the Womb of Darkness And shining upon. Dark daughter, dark you not, Dark the Creation and the tales of it Shrouded in myths and mysteries And miracles flashing upon To dawn. Dark dark, dark you not, Dark is Kali, the Mother Goddess, Dark the things of the world and the Creation, Dark daughter, dark is dark, Let it be, ravel them not As they will continue to be in future. None has laid them bare, None has ever untangled, Let them be, You my daughter, dark daughter, Dark but lovely For one's own papa, Not of any different papa, Only mine, mine only. Dark is dark, let them be, Dark and puzzling As the mystery of the Creation is, Dark is not only dark But beautiful too. Dark you, Dark the Goddess, Dark the world, The myths of the Creation, The ways of life and the world, The coming and going of man, What is dark, let it be, my daughter, Dark but lovely, Innocent and ignorant of. O, dark is dark not, dark is beautiful And I seeing the replica, The Dark Leg of Kali In the silver anklet, Telling me the tales of Jogadhya-Uma, Sati-Savitri, Shiva with the dead body of Uma In a remorseful mood and disconsolate! Dark daughter, dark you not, Dark the world, The mystery of the Creation, Dark, dark in this dark and wide world, You not only dark, But dark is Kali, dark the Womb of Creation.