(This short poem is an excerpt from ‘The Song of the Sannyasin’ by Swamiji)
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”.