My Play Is Done Poem by Swami Vivekananda

My Play Is Done

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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!

This poem was composed on 16th March 1895 when he was in New York.
Ray Subrata Ray 05 June 2014

Swami Vivekananda, -the prime disciple of Lord Sri Ramakrishna here in this poem, as it appears to my poor reading, depicts His own feelings as how this universe is created by Mother Kali and how She makes this universe Her play ground and Swamiji's role as the instruement of the Divine Mother to unlock the mystery of salvation.Swamiji felt, realized and became. The glow of the water-level transparency emits from every word, and a conscious reader with super-conscious mind may feel the function of Word-Brahman in this poem.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 29 May 2022

How long will have the traveller to travel? How long the pathway to reach the Inn? How to be free from this bond of coming and going? How long will ti continue?

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Bijay Kant Dubey 29 May 2022

This is not his world to dabble, away from the bonds of maya-moha, sukha-dukkha he wants to be away from dwell it. His work is done and now he wants to return back to. This is his prayer before the Mother. But who can say how the way of the Mother Divine?

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Bijay Kant Dubey 28 May 2022

The saint-singer after having wandered and sung the songs feels it that it is time to be back home and to seek for the blessings of the Mother whose maya he needs it ultimately. What has a saint to do with the binding of this samsara of sukha and dukkha?

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Angel 11 January 2019

I like it story

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Suprit 25 December 2017

Nice post. E

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