Swami Vivekananda (Hindi: स्वामी विवेकानन्द), born Narendranath Dutta is the chief disciple of the 19th century mystic Ramakrishna and the founder of Ramakrishna Mission. He is considered a key figure in the introduction of Vedanta and Yoga in Europe and America and is also credited with raising interfaith awareness, bringing Hinduism to the status of a world religion during the end of the 19th Century. Vivekananda is considered to be a major force in the revival of Hinduism in modern India. He is best known for his inspiring speech beginning with 'sisters and brothers of America', through which he introduced Hinduism at the Parliament of the World's Religions at Chicago in 1893.
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Swami Vivekananda Poems
The Mother's heart, the hero's will, The softest flowers' sweetest feel;
To The Fourth Of July
Behold, the dark clouds melt away, That gathered thick at night, and hung So like a gloomy pall above the earth!
Quest For God
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.
My Play Is Done
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.
Kali The Mother
The stars are blotted out, The clouds are covering clouds. It is darkness vibrant, sonant
Behold, it comes in might, The power that is not power, The light that is in darkness, The shade in dazzling light.
The Song Of The Free
The wounded snake its hood unfurls, The flame stirred up doth blaze, The desert air resounds the calls Of heart-struck lion's rage.
I look behind and after And find that all is right, In my deepest sorrows There is a soul of light.
TO THE AWAKENED INDIA
(Written to Prabuddha Bharata or Awakened India, in August 1898, when the journal was transferred from Madras to Almora Himalayas, into the hands of the Brotherhood founded by Swami Vivekananda.) Once more awake! For sleep it was, not death, to bring thee life
Song Of The Sanyasin
Wake up the note! the song that had its birth Far off, where worldly taint could never reach,
The Living God
He who is in you and outside you, Who works through all hands, Who walks on all feet,
(Written on 1 September,1898.) I
The mother's heart, the hero's will, The sweetness of the southern breeze, The sacred charm and strength that dwell On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
Hold Yet A While (To My Own Soul)
Hold yet a while, Strong Heart, Not part a lifelong yoke Though blighted looks the present, future gloom.
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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!