When I had been feeling it distraught and dishevelled,
Had been in mental unrest and sorrow,
I called Swami Vivekananda,
Came it the voice of Swamiji, from his soul,
Why do you feel you depressed,
One who does so
Let him do,
Will suffer for that.
N.B. Do not give you sorrow, trouble to anyone unnecessarily.
Do not oppress you anybody.
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Jab mai bahut pareshaan thaa,
Maanshik kalesh aur dukkha mei thaa,
Tab mainei Swami Vivekanand ko pukaara,
Usa samay Swamiji ki antaraatma ki aawaz aayi,
Tum dukkhi kyon hau,
Jo jaisaa kartaa hai
Usaako karne do,
Uakaa phala bhogegaa.
N.B. Kisi ko kasta mata do.
Kisi ko satao mata.
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