A Comprehensive Collection - Swami Vivekananda

>"Om"Om"Om"""JPOEMS.SANYASINthe ntftvl Jthe song that had its birthFar off, where wordly taint could never reach ;In mountain caves, and glades of forest deep,Who^se calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fameCould ever dare to break ;where rolled the streamOf knowledge, truth and bliss that follows both.*Sing high that note, Sanyasin bold !say,tat sat, Om !Strike off thy fetters !Bonds that bind thee tfown,Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore ;Love, hate good, bad and all ihe duel throng.Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free ;For fetters though of gold, are not less strong to bindThen, off with them, Sanyasin bold !say,tat sat, Om !Let darkness go ;the will-o -the-wisp that leadsWitli blinking lightto pile more gloom on gloom.This thirst for life, for ever quench ;it dragsFrom birth to death, and death to birth the soul.He conqueralls,|who conquers self.And never jleld, Sanyasin bold !say,tat sat, Om !Know thisi