8Y Thy bonds are broke, thy quest in this is found , And one with That which comes as Death and Life, Thou helpful one unselfish e'er on Earth, Ahead, still help with love this world of strife Song of the Sannyasin. Wake up the note the song that had its birth Far off, where worldly taint could never reach ; In mountain caves, and glades of forest deep, Whose calin 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, “C) m tat sat Om” Strike off thy fetters Ronds that bind thee down, Of shining gold, or darker, baser orc ; Love, hate-good, bad-and all the dual throng. Know, slave is slavc, caressed or whipped, not free, For fetters though of gold, are not less strong to bind Then, off with them, Sannyasin bold say, “Omm tat sat Om” ! Let darkness go the wil-o'-thc-wisp that leads With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom,
