Swami Vivekananda
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
In blue sky floats a multitude of clouds -- White, black, of many shades and thicknesses; An orange sun, about to say farewell, Touches the massed cloud-shapes with streaks of red.
Of Gouri and Shankar in a single form
On one side grows the hair in long black curls, And on the other, corded like rope
No one to blame
The sun goes down, its crimson rays Light up the dying day; A startled glance I throw behind And count my triumph shame; No one but me to blame.
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
Ever rising, ever falling with the waves of time, still rolling on I go From fleeting scene to scene ephemeral, with life's currents' ebb and flow. Oh! I am sick of this unending force; these shows they please no more, This ever running, never reaching, nor e'en a distant glimpse of shore! Fro
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
The stars are blotted out, The clouds are covering clouds. It is darkness vibrant, sonant. In the roaring, whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics Just loosed from the prison-house, Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path. The sea has joined the fray, And swirled u
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
If the sun by the cloud is hidden a bit, If the welkin shows but gloom, Still hold on yet a while, brave heart, The victory is sure to come.
Chorus of the Cowherds
The antiphonal Chorus of the Cowhherds, by his friend, Girish Chandra Ghosh, freely translated by Swami Vivekananda
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
He who was praised by the Brâhmanas, those knowers of the Vedas who made the sky reverberate with the sacred sounds of the sacrifice and caused the darkness of delusion to vanish through well-performed rituals and the knowledge known as Vedanta — he whose greatness was sung in the sweet chants o
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
(New Discoveries, Vol. 3. p. 490. This undated poem is preserved in the archives of the Vedanta Centre, Cohasset, Massachusetts. Cf. “My Play is Done”, Complete Works, VI.)
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
One bending low with load of life-- That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard-- And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths Without a flash of light from brain or heart To give a moment's cheer, till the line That marks out pain from pleasure, death from life, And good from what is ev
Poems written by Swami Vivekananda
Beaut'ous blossoms ravishing with perfume, Swarms of maddened bees buzzing all around; The silver moon--a shower of sweet smile, Which all the dwellers of heaven above Shed lavishly upon the homes of earth; The soft Malaya breeze, whose magic touch Opens to view distant memory's folds; Murmuring riv
A song I sing to Thee
A song I sing. A song I sing to Thee! Nor care I for men's comments, good or bad. Censure or praise I hold of no account. Servant am I, true servant of Thee Both (Purusha and Prakriti together.), Low at Thy feet, with Shakti, I salute!