Golden Words Of Swami Vivekananda
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A Benediction
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The mother's heart, the hero's will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before --
Be thou to India's future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.
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-Swami Vivekananda
Written to Sister Nivedita
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Sister Nivedita =>
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The Cup
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This is your cup -- the cup assigned
to you from the beginning.
Nay, My child, I know how much
of that dark drink is yourown brew
Of fault and passion, ages long ago,
In the deep years of yesterday, I know.
This is your road -- a painful road and drear.
I made the stones that never give you rest.
I set your friend in plesant waysand clear,
And he shall come like you, unto My breast.
But you, My child, must travel here.
This is your task. It has no joy nor grace,
But it is not meant for any other hand,
And in My universe hath measured place,
Take it. I do not bid you understand.
I bid you close your eyes to see My face.
-Swami Vivekananda
The Hymn of Creation
Existence was not then, nor non-existence,
The world was not, the sky beyond was neither.
What covered the mist? Of whomwas that?
What was in the depths of darkness thick?
Death was not then, no immortality,
The night was neither separate from day,
But motionless did That vibrate
Alone, with Its own glory one—
Beyond That nothing did exist.
At first in darkness hidden darkness lay,
Undistinguished as one mass of water,
Then That which lay in void thus covered
A glory did put forth by Tapah !
First desire rose, the primal seedof mind,
(The sages have seen all this in their hearts
Sifting existence from non-existence.)
Its rays above, below and sideways spread.
Creative then became the glory,
With self-sustaining principle below.
And Creative Energy above.
Who knew the way? Who there declared
Whence this arose? Projection whence?
For after this projection came the gods.
Who therefore knew indeed, came out this whence?
This projection whence arose,
Whether held or whether not,
He the ruler in the supreme sky,of this
He, O Sharman! knows, or know not
He perchance
— Swami Vivekananda
This poem was written by SwamiVivekananda as a translation of the Nâsadiya-Sukta , Rig-Veda, X.129
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Light
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Light
I look behind and after
And find that all is right,
In my deepest sorrows
There is a soul of light.
— Swami Vivekananda
From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900
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On the Sea's Bosom
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In blue sky floats a multitude of clouds --
White, black, of many shades andthicknesses;
An orange sun, about to say farewell,
Touches the massed cloud-shapes with streaks of red.
The wind blows as it lists, a hurricane
Now carving shapes, now breaking them apart:
Fancies, colours, forms, inert creations --
A myriad scenes, though real, yet fantastic.
There light clouds spread, heaping up spun cotton;
See next a huge snake, then a strong lion;
Again, behold a couple locked in love.
All vanish, at last, in the vapourysky.
Below, the sea sings a varied music,
But not grand, O India, nor ennobling:
Thy waters, widely praised, murmur serene
In soothing cadence, without a harsh roar.
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¡ª Swami Vivekananda
Swami Vivekananda composed this poem in Bengali during his return from his second trip to the West.
At the time of writing it, he was probably crossing the eastern Mediterranean
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heart and the brain, let the heart be followed.
2.
A man of intellect can turn into a devil, but never a man of heart.
4.
Religion is not a theoretical need but a practical necessity.
5.
Renunciation does not mean simply dispassion for the world. It means dispassion for the world and also longing for God.
6.
There is no misery where thereis no want.
7.
The secret of life is not enjoyment, but education throughexperience.
8.
Every new thought must create opposition.
9.
Renunciation is the withdrawal of mind from other things and concentrating it on God.
10.
Every man who thinks ahead of his time is sure to be misunderstood.
.
A Benediction
.
The mother's heart, the hero's will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before --
Be thou to India's future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.
.
-Swami Vivekananda
Written to Sister Nivedita
.
Sister Nivedita =>
.
The Cup
.
This is your cup -- the cup assigned
to you from the beginning.
Nay, My child, I know how much
of that dark drink is yourown brew
Of fault and passion, ages long ago,
In the deep years of yesterday, I know.
This is your road -- a painful road and drear.
I made the stones that never give you rest.
I set your friend in plesant waysand clear,
And he shall come like you, unto My breast.
But you, My child, must travel here.
This is your task. It has no joy nor grace,
But it is not meant for any other hand,
And in My universe hath measured place,
Take it. I do not bid you understand.
I bid you close your eyes to see My face.
-Swami Vivekananda
The Hymn of Creation
Existence was not then, nor non-existence,
The world was not, the sky beyond was neither.
What covered the mist? Of whomwas that?
What was in the depths of darkness thick?
Death was not then, no immortality,
The night was neither separate from day,
But motionless did That vibrate
Alone, with Its own glory one—
Beyond That nothing did exist.
At first in darkness hidden darkness lay,
Undistinguished as one mass of water,
Then That which lay in void thus covered
A glory did put forth by Tapah !
First desire rose, the primal seedof mind,
(The sages have seen all this in their hearts
Sifting existence from non-existence.)
Its rays above, below and sideways spread.
Creative then became the glory,
With self-sustaining principle below.
And Creative Energy above.
Who knew the way? Who there declared
Whence this arose? Projection whence?
For after this projection came the gods.
Who therefore knew indeed, came out this whence?
This projection whence arose,
Whether held or whether not,
He the ruler in the supreme sky,of this
He, O Sharman! knows, or know not
He perchance
— Swami Vivekananda
This poem was written by SwamiVivekananda as a translation of the Nâsadiya-Sukta , Rig-Veda, X.129
.
Light
.
Light
I look behind and after
And find that all is right,
In my deepest sorrows
There is a soul of light.
— Swami Vivekananda
From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900
.
On the Sea's Bosom
.
In blue sky floats a multitude of clouds --
White, black, of many shades andthicknesses;
An orange sun, about to say farewell,
Touches the massed cloud-shapes with streaks of red.
The wind blows as it lists, a hurricane
Now carving shapes, now breaking them apart:
Fancies, colours, forms, inert creations --
A myriad scenes, though real, yet fantastic.
There light clouds spread, heaping up spun cotton;
See next a huge snake, then a strong lion;
Again, behold a couple locked in love.
All vanish, at last, in the vapourysky.
Below, the sea sings a varied music,
But not grand, O India, nor ennobling:
Thy waters, widely praised, murmur serene
In soothing cadence, without a harsh roar.
.
¡ª Swami Vivekananda
Swami Vivekananda composed this poem in Bengali during his return from his second trip to the West.
At the time of writing it, he was probably crossing the eastern Mediterranean
The Song of the Free (An excerpt from a letter of Swamiji's)
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The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.
The cloud puts forth it deluge strength
When lightning cleaves its breast,
When the soul is stirred to its in most depth
Great ones unfold their best.
Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,
And friendship fail and love betray,
Let Fate its hundred horrors send,
And clotted darkness block the way.
All nature wear one angry frown,
To crush you out - still know, mysoul,
You are Divine. March on and on,
Nor right nor left but to the goal.
Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
The books do stop in wonder mute
To tell my nature; I am He.
Before the sun, the moon, the earth,
Before the stars or comets free,
Before e'en time has had its birth,
I was, I am, and I will be.
The beauteous earth, the glorious sun,
The calm sweet moon, the spangled sky,
Causation's law do make them run;
They live in bonds, in bonds theydie.
And mind its mantle dreamy net
Cast o'er them all and holds them fast.
In warp and woof of thought areset,
Earth, hells, and heavens, or worst or best.
Know these are but the outer crust -
All space and time, all effect, cause.
I am beyond all sense, all thoughts,
The witness of the universe.
Not two nor many, 'tis but one,
And thus in me all me's I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.
From dreams awake, from bondsbe free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.
.
— Swami Vivekananda
This poem is an excerpt from a letter written by Swami Vivekananda from New York to Mary Hale on 15th February 1895.
.
.
The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.
The cloud puts forth it deluge strength
When lightning cleaves its breast,
When the soul is stirred to its in most depth
Great ones unfold their best.
Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,
And friendship fail and love betray,
Let Fate its hundred horrors send,
And clotted darkness block the way.
All nature wear one angry frown,
To crush you out - still know, mysoul,
You are Divine. March on and on,
Nor right nor left but to the goal.
Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
The books do stop in wonder mute
To tell my nature; I am He.
Before the sun, the moon, the earth,
Before the stars or comets free,
Before e'en time has had its birth,
I was, I am, and I will be.
The beauteous earth, the glorious sun,
The calm sweet moon, the spangled sky,
Causation's law do make them run;
They live in bonds, in bonds theydie.
And mind its mantle dreamy net
Cast o'er them all and holds them fast.
In warp and woof of thought areset,
Earth, hells, and heavens, or worst or best.
Know these are but the outer crust -
All space and time, all effect, cause.
I am beyond all sense, all thoughts,
The witness of the universe.
Not two nor many, 'tis but one,
And thus in me all me's I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.
From dreams awake, from bondsbe free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.
.
— Swami Vivekananda
This poem is an excerpt from a letter written by Swami Vivekananda from New York to Mary Hale on 15th February 1895.
1.
heart and the brain, let the heart be followed.
2.
A man of intellect can turn into a devil, but never a man of heart.
4.
Religion is not a theoretical need but a practical necessity.
5.
Renunciation does not mean simply dispassion for the world. It means dispassion for the world and also longing for God.
6.
There is no misery where thereis no want.
7.
The secret of life is not enjoyment, but education throughexperience.
8.
Every new thought must create opposition.
9.
Renunciation is the withdrawal of mind from other things and concentrating it on God.
10.
Every man who thinks ahead of his time is sure to be misunderstood.
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