Monday, 22 July 2013

22 July : Song of the Sanyasin

Sanyasin वीरेश्वराय विद्महे विवेकानन्दाय धीमहि । तन्नो वीर: प्रचोदयात् ।                      

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, Sannyasin 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 thou' of gold, are not less strong to bind.                      
 Then off with them Sannyasin 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, Sannyasin 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 Atman, ever free.
 Know thou art That, Sannyasin 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, naught else exists;
 And thou art That, Sannyasin 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, Sannyasin 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, Sannyasin 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 heav'ns, earths and hells; all hopes and fears."
 Thus cut thy bonds, Sannyasin 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, Sannyasin 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 pass thro’ Maya’s gates.
 So, give these up, Sannyasin 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, be
 Thou ever free, Sannyasin 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 Sannyasin bold! Say—
 "Om tat sat, Om!"

Thus day to 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, Sannyasin bold! Say—
 "Om tat sat, Om!"




22 July 1895 : Swami Vivekananda composed the famous 'Song of the Sanyasin' in Thousand Island Park
(Above version which differs slightly from the version published in the 'Complete Works' is as published in the 1902 [first edition] of Jnana Yoga by Swami Vivekananda)


disciple (Karyakarta)