(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 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 roadside 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 is the law - all things come back to the source They sprung, their strength to renew.
Then start afresh From the land of thy birth, where vast cloud-belted Snows do bless and put their strength in thee, For working wonders new. The heavenly River tune thy voice to her own immortal song; Deodar shades give thee eternal peace.
And all above, Himala's daughter Umâ, gentle, pure, The Mother that resides in all as Power And Life, who works all works and Makes of One the world, whose mercy Opens the gate to Truth and shows The One in All, give thee untiring Strength, which is Infinite Love.
They bless thee all, The seers great, whom age nor clime Can claim their own, the fathers of the Race, who felt the heart of Truth the same, And bravely taught to man ill-voiced or Well. Their servant, thou hast got The secret - 'tis but One.
Then speak, O Love! Before thy gentle voice serene, behold how Visions melt and fold on fold of dreams Departs to void, till Truth and Truth alone In all its glory shines -
And tell the world - Awake, arise, and dream no more! This is the land of dreams, where Karma Weaves unthreaded garlands with our thoughts Of flowers sweet or noxious, and none Has root or stem, being born in naught, which The softest breath of Truth drives back to Primal nothingness. Be bold, and face The Truth! Be one with it! Let visions cease, Or, if you cannot, dream but truer dreams, Which are Eternal Love and Service Free.
