The Song of The Sannyasin- Swami Vivekananda

THE SONG OF THE SANNYÂSIN

(Composed at the Thousand Island Park, New York, in July, 1895.)

Wake up the note! the song that had its birth 

Far off, where worldly taint could never reach, 
In mountain caves and glades of forest deep, 


Whose calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fame 
Could ever dare to break; where rolled the stream 
Of knowledge, truth, and bliss that follows both. 
Sing high that note, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                            “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Strike off thy fetters! Bonds that bind thee down, 
Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore; 
Love, hate — good, bad — and all the dual throng, 
Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free; 
For fetters, though of gold, are not less strong to bind; 
Then off with them, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                            “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Let darkness go; the will-o’-the-wisp that leads 
With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom. 
This thirst for life, for ever quench; it drags 
From birth to death, and death to birth, the soul. 
He conquers all who conquers self. Know this 
And never yield, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                            “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

“Who sows must reap,” they say, “and cause must bring 
The sure effect; good, good; bad, bad; and none 
Escape the law. But whoso wears a form 
Must wear the chain.” Too true; but far beyond 
Both name and form is Âtman, ever free. 
Know thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                             “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

They know not truth who dream such vacant dreams 
As father, mother, children, wife, and friend. 
The sexless Self! whose father He? whose child? 
Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One? 
The Self is all in all, none else exists; And thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                              “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

There is but One — The Free — The Knower — Self! 
Without a name, without a form or stain. 
In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream. 
The witness, He appears as nature, soul. 
Know thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                             “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world 
Nor that can give. In books and temples vain 
Thy search. Thine only is the hand that holds 
The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament, 
Let go thy hold, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                            “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Say, “Peace to all: From me no danger be 
To aught that lives. In those that dwell on high, 
In those that lowly creep, I am the Self in all! 
All life both here and there, do I renounce, 
All heavens and earths and hells, all hopes and fears.” 
Thus cut thy bonds, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                            “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Heed then no more how body lives or goes, 
Its task is done. Let Karma float it down; 
Let one put garlands on, another kick 
This frame; say naught. No praise or blame can be 
Where praiser praised, and blamer blamed are one. 
Thus be thou calm, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                           “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Truth never comes where lust and fame and greed 
Of gain reside. No man who thinks of woman 
As his wife can ever perfect be; 
Nor he who owns the least of things, nor he 
Whom anger chains, can ever pass thro’ Maya’s gates. 
So, give these up, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                           “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Have thou no home. What home can hold thee, friend? 
The sky thy roof, the grass thy bed; and food 
What chance may bring, well cooked or ill, judge not. 
No food or drink can taint that noble Self 
Which knows Itself. Like rolling river free 
Thou ever be, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                           “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Few only know the truth. The rest will hate 
And laugh at thee, great one; but pay no heed. 
Go thou, the free, from place to place, and help 
Them out of darkness, Maya’s veil. Without 
The fear of pain or search for pleasure, go 
Beyond them both, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                            “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

Thus, day by day, till Karma’s powers spent 
Release the soul for ever. No more is birth, 
Nor I, nor thou, nor God, nor man. The “I” 
Has All become, the All is “I” and Bliss. 
Know thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say — 
                                           “Om Tat Sat, Om
!”

 

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