Nor I or thou, nor God or man. The I
Became the All, the All is I and bliss,
Know thou art that, Sannyasin bold! say,
“Om tat sat Om”!
To The Awakened India.
Once more awake!
For sleep it was, not death, to bring thee life
Anew, and rest to lotus-eyes, for visions
Daring yet, The world in need awaits, O Truth!
No death for thee;
Resume thy march,
With gentle feet that would not break the
Peaceful rest, even of the road-side dust
That lies so low. Yet strong and steady,
Blissful bold and free. Awakener, ever,
Forward! Speak thy stirring words.
Thy home is gone,
Where loving hearts had brought thee up, and
Watched with joy thy growth. But Fate is strong
This the law—all things come back to the source
Their strength to renew.
Then start afresh,
Fom the land of thy birth, where vast cloud-belted,
Snows do bless and put their strength in thee,
For working wonders anew. The heavenly
River tunes thy voice to her own immortal song;
Deodar shades give thee eternal peace.
