Top 11 Best Swami Vivekananda Poems on Wisdom

Swami Vivekananda Poems

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A Blessing - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

The Mother's heart, the hero's will, 
The softest flowers' sweetest feel; 

The charm and force that ever sway
The altar-fire's flaming play; 

The strength that leads, in love obeys; 
Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways, 

Eternal faith in Self, in all, 
The light Divine in great, in small; 

All these and more than I could see, 
Today may 'Mother' grant to thee! 

 

 

Angels Unawares - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

I

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 evil was well-nigh wiped from sight, 
Saw, one blessed night, a faint but beautiful ray of light
Descend to him. He knew not what or wherefrom, 
But called it God and worshipped.
Hope, an utter stranger, came to him and spread
Through all his parts, and life to him meant more
Than he could ever dream and covered all he knew, 
Nay, peeped beyond his world. The Sages
Winked, and smiled, and called it 'superstition'.
But he did feel its power and peace
And gently answered back —
'O Blessed Superstition! '

II


One drunk with wine of wealth and power
And health to enjoy them both, whirled on
His maddening course, till the earth, he thought, 
Was made for him, his pleasure-garden, and man, 
The crawling worm, was made to find him sport, 
Till the thousand lights of joy, with pleasure fed, 
That flickered day and night before his eyes, 
With constant change of colours, began to blur
His sight, and cloy his senses; till selfishness, 
Like a horny growth, had spread all o'er his heart; 
And pleasure meant to him no more than pain, 
Bereft of feeling; and life in the sense, 
So joyful, precious once, a rotting corpse between his arms, 
Which he forsooth would shun, but more he tried, the more
It clung to him; and wished, with frenzied brain, 
A thousand forms of death, but quailed before the charm, 
Then sorrow came — and Wealth and Power went —
And made him kinship find with all the human race
In groans and tears, and though his friends would laugh, 
His lips would speak in grateful accents —
'O Blessed Misery! '

III

One born with healthy frame — but not of will
That can resist emotions deep and strong, 
Nor impulse throw, surcharged with potent strength —
And just the sort that pass as good and kind, 
Beheld that he was safe, whilst others long
And vain did struggle 'gainst the surging waves.
Till, morbid grown, his mind could see, like flies
That seek the putrid part, but what was bad.
Then Fortune smiled on him, and his foot slipped.
That ope'd his eyes for e'er, and made him find
That stones and trees ne'er break the law, 
But stones and trees remain; that man alone
Is blest with power to fight and conquer Fate, 
Transcending bounds and laws.
From him his passive nature fell, and life appeared
As broad and new, and broader, newer grew, 
Till light ahead began to break, and glimpse of That
Where Peace Eternal dwells — yet one can only reach
By wading through the sea of struggles — courage-giving, came.
Then looking back on all that made him kin
To stocks and stones, and on to what the world
Had shunned him for, his fall, he blessed the fall, 
And with a joyful heart, declared it —
'Blessed Sin! ' 

 

 

Hold Yet A While (To My Own Soul) - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

Hold yet a while, Strong Heart, 
Not part a lifelong yoke

Though blighted looks the present, future gloom.
And age it seems since you and I began our
March up hill or down. Sailing smooth o'er
Seas that are so rare-

Thou nearer unto me, than oft-times I myself-
Proclaiming mental moves before they were! 
Reflector true-Thy pulse so timed to mine, 
Thou perfect note of thoughts, however fine-
Shall we now part, Recorder, say? 

In thee is friendship, faith, 
For thou didst warn when evil thoughts were brewing-
And though, alas, thy warning thrown away, 
Went on the same as ever-good and true. 

 

 

Kali The Mother - Poem 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 loose from the prison-house, 
Wrenching trees by the roots, 
Sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray, 
And swirls up mountain-waves, 
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light

Reveals on every side
A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black —
Scattering plagues and sorrows, 

Dancing mad with joy, 
Come, Mother, come! 
For Terror is Thy name, 
Death is in Thy breath, 

And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e'er.
Thou 'Time', the All-Destroyer! 
Come, O Mother, come! 

Who dares misery love, 
And hug the form of Death, 
Dance in Destruction's dance, 
To him the Mother comes. 

 

 

Light - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

I look behind and after
And find that all is right, 
In my deepest sorrows
There is a soul of light. 

 

 

My Play Is Done - Poem 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! 

From life to life I'm waiting at the gates, alas, they open not.
Dim are my eyes with vain attempt to catch one ray long sought.

On little life's high, narrow bridge I stand and see below
The struggling, crying, laughing throng. For what? No one can know.

In front yon gates stand frowning dark, and say: `No farther away, 
This is the limit; tempt not Fate, bear it as best you may; 

Go, mix with them and drink this cup and be as mad as they.
Who dares to know but comes to grief; stop then, and with them stay.'

Alas for me, I cannot rest. This floating bubble, earth-
Its hollow form, its hollow name, its hollow death and birth-

For me is nothing. How i long to get beyond the crust
Of name and form! Ah, open the gates; to me they open must.

Open the gates of light, O Mother, to me Thy tired son.
I long, oh, long to return home! Mother, my play is done.

You sent me out in the dark to play and wore a frightful mask; 
Then hope departed, terror came, and play became a task.

Tossed to and fro, from wave to wave in this seething, surging sea
Of passions strong and sorrows deep, grief is, and joy to be.

Where life is living death, alas! and death- who knows but `tis
Another start, another round of this old wheel of grief and bliss? 

Where children dream bright, golden dreams, too soon to find them dust, 
And aye look back to hope long lost and life a mass of rust! 

Too late, the knowledge age doth gain; scare from the wheel we're gone.
When fresh, young lives put their strength to the wheel, which thus goes on

From day to day and year to year. 'Tis but delusion's toy, 
False hope its motor; desire, nave; its spokes are grief and joy.

I go adrift and know not whither. Save from this fire! 
Rescue me, merciful Mother, from floating with desire! 

Turn not to me Thy awful face, 'tis more than I can bear, 
Be merciful and kind to me, to chide my faults forbear.

Take me, O Mother, to those shores where strifes for ever cease; 
Beyond all sorrows, beyond tears, beyond e'en earthly bliss; 

Whose glory neither sun, nor moon, nor stars that twinkle bright, 
Nor flash of lightning can express. They but reflect its light.

Let never more delusive dreams veil off Thy face from me.
My play is done; O Mother, break my chains and make me free! 

 

 

On The Sea's Bosom - Poem 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.

The wind blows as it lists, a hurricane
Now carving shapes, now breaking them apart: 
Fancies, colours, forms, inert creations -
A myriad scenes, though real, yet fantastic.

There light clouds spread, heaping up spun cotton; 
See next a huge snake, then a strong lion; 
Again, behold a couple locked in love.
All vanish, at last, in the vapoury sky.

Below, the sea sings a varied music, 
But not grand, O India, nor ennobling: 
Thy waters, widely praised, murmur serene
In soothing cadence, without a harsh roar. 

 

 

Peace - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

Behold, it comes in might, 
The power that is not power, 
The light that is in darkness, 
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke, 
And grief unfelt, profound, 
Immortal life unlived, 
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow, 
But that which is between, 
It is not noght nor morrow, 
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music; 
And pause in sacred art; 
The silence between speaking; 
Between two fits of passion -
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen, 
And love that stands alone, 
It is song that lives un-sung, 
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives, 
And lull between two storms, 
The void whence rose creation, 
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-dropp goes, 
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life, 
And Peace - its only home! 

 

 

Quest For God - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

O'ver hill and dale and mountain range, 
In temple, church, and mosque, 
In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
I had searched for Thee in vain.

Like a child in the wildest forest lost
I have cried and cried alone, 
'Where art Thou gone, my God, my love? 
The echo answered, 'gone.'

And days and nights and years then passed
A fire was in the brain, 
I knew not when day changed in night
The heart seemed rent in twain.
I laid me down on Ganges's shore, 
Exposed to sun and rain; 
With burning tears I laid the dust
And wailed with waters' roar.

I called on all the holy names
Of every clime and creed.
'Show me the way, in mercy, ye
Great ones who have reached the goal.'

Years then passed in bitter cry, 
Each moment seemed an age, 
Till one day midst my cries and groans
Some one seemed calling me.


A gentle soft and soothing voice
That said 'my son' 'my son', 
That seemed to thrill in unison
With all the chords of my soul.

I stood on my feet and tried to find
The place the voice came from; 
I searched and searched and turned to see
Round me, before, behind, 
Again, again it seemed to speak
The voice divine to me.
In rapture all my soul was hushed, 
Entranced, enthralled in bliss.

A flash illumined all my soul; 
The heart of my heart opened wide.
O joy, O bliss, what do I find! 
My love, my love you are here
And you are here, my love, my all! 

And I was searching thee -
From all eternity you were there
Enthroned in majesty! 
From that day forth, wherever I roam, 
I feel Him standing by
O'ver hill and dale, high mount and vale, 
Far far away and high.

The moon's soft light, the stars so bright, 
The glorious orb of day, 
He shines in them; His beauty - might -
Reflected lights are they.
The majestic morn, the melting eve, 
The boundless billowing sea, 
In nature's beauty, songs of birds, 
I see through them - it is He.

When dire calamity seizes me, 
The heart seems weak and faint, 
All nature seems to crush me down, 
With laws that never bend.
Meseems I hear Thee whispering sweet
My love, 'I am near', 'I am near'.
My heart gets strong. With thee, my love, 
A thousand deaths no fear.
Thou speakest in the mother's lay
Thou shuts the babies eye, 
When innocent children laugh and play, 
I see Thee standing by.

When holy friendship shakes the hand, 
He stands between them too; 
He pours the nectar in mother's kiss
And the baby's sweet 'mama'.
Thou wert my God with prophets old, 
All creeds do come from Thee, 
The Vedas, Bible, and Koran bold
Sing Thee in Harmony.

'Thou art, ' Thou art' the Soul of souls
In the rushing stream of life.
'Om tat sat om.' Thou art my God, 
My love, I am thine, I am thine. 

 

 

Requiescat In Pace - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

Speed forth, O Soul! upon thy star-strewn path; 
Speed, blissful one! where thought is ever free, 
Where time and space no longer mist the view, 
Eternal peace and blessings be with thee! 

Thy service true, complete thy sacrifice, 
Thy home the heart of love transcendent find; 
Remembrance sweet, that kills all space and time, 
Like altar roses fill thy place behind! 

Thy bonds are broke, thy quest in bliss 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 Sanyasin - Poem by Swami Vivekananda

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 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 will-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! '

They know not truth who dream such vacant dreams
As father, mother, children, wife, and friend.
The sexless Self! whose father He? whose child? 
Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One? 
The Self is all in all, none else exists; 
And thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
'Om Tat Sat, Om! '

There is but One—The Free—The Knower—Self! 
Without a name, without a form or stain.
In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.
The witness, He appears as nature, soul.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
'Om Tat Sat, Om! '

Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world
Nor that can give. In books and temples vain
Thy search. Thine only is the hand that holds
The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament, 
Let go thy hold, Sannyasin bold! Say—
'Om Tat Sat, Om! '

Say, 'Peace to all: From me no danger be
To aught that lives. In those that dwell on high.
In those that lowly creep, I am the Self in all! 
All life both here and there, do I renounce, 
All heavens and earths and hells, all hopes and fears.'
Thus cut thy bonds, Sannyasin bold! Say—
'Om Tat Sat, Om! '

Heed then no more how body lives or goes, 
Its task is done. Let Karma float it down; 
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 the least of things, nor he
Whom anger chains, can ever pass thro' 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. Like rolling river free
Thou ever be, 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, 
Nor I, nor thou, nor God, nor man. The 'I'
Has All become, the All is 'I' and Bliss.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
'Om Tat Sat, Om! ' 

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