Let one put garlands on, another kick
This frame: say naught. No praise or blame can be
Where praiser, praised, and blamer, blamed are one,
Thus be thou calm, “Sannyasin bold! say,
“Om tat sat Om”!
Truth never comes where lust and fame and greed
Of gain reside. No man who thinks of woman
As his wife can ever perfect be;
Nor he who owns however little, nor he
Whom anger chains, can ever pass through Maya’s gates,
So give these up, Sannyasin bold! say,
“Om tat sat Om”!
Have thou no home. What home can hold thee, friend?
The sky thy roof; the grass thy bed; and food,
What chance may bring, well cooked or ill, judge not.
No food or drink can taint that noble self
Which knows itself. The rolling river be
Thou ever, Sannyasin bold! say,
“Om tat sat, Om!”
Few only know the truth, the rest will hate
And laugh at thee, great one; but pay no heed.
Go thou, the free, from place to place, and help
Them out of darkness, Maya's veil, without
The fear of pain or search for pleasure, go
Beyond them both; Sannyasin bold! say,
“Om tat sat Om”!
Thus, day by day, till Karma's powers spent
Release the soul for ever. No more is birth,
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