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 though of gold, are not less strong to bind;
Then, off with them, Sannyasin bold! say,
“Om tat sat Om!”
Let darkness go! the wil-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”!
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