A Comprehensive Collection - Swami Vivekananda

>Jj* "AND LET SHYAMA DANCE THERE." 607i^And the, rain of bullets ;Forward goes the flagThe emblem^ of victory ,With blood streaming down the staff,*IFollowed y the Eifles, drunk with war-spirit ;Lo ! the ensign falls,but the flag advancesO.a the shovjder of another ;Uncteft his feet swell heaps of the slain,But he falters not.vTh fresh craves for pleasure,The senses for sweet strains of song,The mirid for peals of laughter,aThffj heart pants to reach beyond sorrow ;Who cares exchange the soothing moonlightFor the burning rays of the noontide sun ?The wretch with a scorching heartEven he loves the sweet moon ;All thirst for joy,Breathes there the wretchWho hugs sorrow to his bosom ?Misery in his cup of happiness ^Venom in that of nectar, ,Poison in his throat,Yet he clings to hope.All are scared by the Terrific,Bdt none seek Elokeshi*Whose form is Death.)flThe frightful sword, reeking with blood,*They take from Her hand, and put a lute instead !Thou Kali, the All-destroyer. Thou alone art True,The pleasant Yanamalif isThy shadow s shadow.* She A^ith untied hair, a name of Kali..t?t Literally, He garlanded with wild flowers. The shepherdKrishna in His aspect of youthful sport.r