On Swami Vivekananda's 150th birth anniversary, here's the full text of his famous Chicago speech through which he introduced Hinduism at the Parliament of the World's Religions, Chicago in 1893.
11th September, 1893
“ Sisters and Brothers of America
It fills my heart with joy unspeakable to rise in response to the warm and cordial welcome which you have given us. l thank you in the name of the most ancient order of monks in the world; I thank you in the name of the mother of religions; and I thank you in the name of the millions and millions of Hindu people of all classes and sects. My thanks, also, to some of the speakers on this platform who, referring to the delegates from the Orient, have told you that these men from far-off nations may well claim the honor of bearing to different lands the idea of toleration.I am proud to belong to a religion which has taught the world both tolerance and universal acceptance. We believe not only in universal toleration, but we accept all religions as true. I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refugees of all religions and all nations of the earth. I am proud to tell you that we have gathered in our bosom the purest remnant of the Israelites, who came to the southern India and took refuge with us in the very year in which their holy temple was shattered to pieces by Roman tyranny. I am proud to belong to the religion which has sheltered and is still fostering the remnant of the grand Zoroastrian nation. I will quote to you, brethren, a few lines from a hymn which I remember to have repeated from my earliest boyhood, which is every day repeated by millions of human beings:
As the different streams having there sources in different places all mingle their water in the sea, so, O Lord, the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to thee.
The present convention, which is one of the most august assemblies ever held, is in itself a vindication, a declaration to the world, of the wonderful doctrine preached in the Gita:
Whosoever comes to Me, through whatsoever form, I reach him; all men are struggling through paths which in the end lead to me.
Sectarianism, bigotry, and its horrible descendant, fanaticism, have long possessed this beautiful earth. They have filled the earth with violence, drenched it often and often with human blood, destroyed civilization, and sent whole nations to despair. Had it not been for these horrible demons, human society would be far more advanced than it is now. But their time is come; and I fervently hope that the bell that tolled this morning in honor of this convention may be the death-knell of all fanaticism, of all persecutions with the sword or with the pen, and of all uncharitable feelings between persons wending their way to the same goal.”
Life of Bhagini Nivedita (28th Oct 1867 - 13th Oct 1905)
It was more than 140 years ago. Ireland, like Bharat, was a country fighting for her freedom. John Noble was the priest of an Irish Church. Nearer to his heart than all else were his God and his motherland. His son Samuel Noble, who was also a priest, married a lovely young lady, Mary Hamilton. It was of these parents that Margaret, who later became Nivedita, was born on October 28, 1867.
From her grandfather Margaret inherited measureless courage and boundless patriotism, while from her father she inherited tremendous compassion for the poor. And from her mother she inherited not only her great beauty but also her tenderness and sympathy.
Margaret often went with her grand father and her father to the homes and hovels of the poor and joined them in rendering service to them. Thus, even from her earliest years, service became her constant companion.
"When The Call Comes"
Samuel’s work was toilsome but his income meager. Even out of his slender means he gave away his utmost to the less fortunate among his flock. Overwork and care undermined his health. Samuel was just thirty four when death claimed his precious life. At the last moment he called his devoted wife and whispered in her ears, "When the call comes from Heaven, let Margaret go. The little one will reveal her talents and do great things."
Soon after her husband’s death Mary went with her children to her parental home in Ireland. Her old parents gave all their affection to their grand children, yet brought them up under strict discipline.
Some years passed. The grand parents sent Margaret and her sister to the Halifax College, where the two girls were resident - boarders of the college hostel. Discipline was the watch word of the place. Life there was all discipline - rigid, severe discipline. But the sisters loved their studies. Margaret grew fond of music and art. She took keen interest in biology.
As A Teacher
Margaret was now seventeen, a beautiful young woman, with charming manners and a dignified bearing. Her education was over. She yearned to teach little children. She easily got a teacher’s post at Keswick. Filled with joy she entered upon life, beginning as a small teacher, only to become a great teacher.
To teach tiny tots is no easy task, as children are fond of play. They must be made to learn even as they are playing. Margaret fell drawn to this challenging task. She tried several experiments to make her teaching not only successful but also interesting. In 1892 she started her own school. It soon became popular. People got to know that Margaret was a brilliant teacher.
A Welsh youth, who was an engineer, was attracted by Margaret. Their friendship, growing more and more intimate, finally turned into love. They became engaged. Unfortunately, the young man became bed-ridden with a serious illness, which soon took his life. Margaret was plunged in grief. Yet she faced it bravely by applying herself more and more to her school work and her studies.
Finding the Guru
1895 - the momentous year that changed the very course of Margaret’s life. Lady Isabel Margesson, a friend of Margaret, invited her to her home to meet a Hindu monk on the following Sunday. Margaret has herself described her experience on the occasion. A majestic personage clad in a saffron gown and wearing a red waist-band, sat there on the floor, cross-legged. As he spoke to the company, he recited Sanskrit verses in his deep, sonorous voice. His serene face, his dignified bearing and his divine voice cast a spell upon the listeners, who felt electrified by his frequent utterance of the name of "Shiva, Shiva!" Margaret, however, who had already delved deep into the sacred lore of the East, found nothing quite new in what she heard on this occasion. What was new
to her was the personality of the Swamiji himself.
Margaret found out that this rare Swamiji with his magnetic personality was none other than Swami Vivekananda who, two years before in 1893, had attended the Parliament of Religions held at Chicago. His inspiring address at the Parliament had captured millions of American hearts.
"Awake !"
Margaret at first remarked that there was nothing new in what the Swamiji had said. But in her own heart of hearts she knew that it was not so. The sayings of the Swamiji kept returning to her mind and haunted her. "God alone is the truth," he had asserted. This assertion might not be new, but the Swamiji’s conviction was indeed quite new. And the radiance of his personality! There seemed to be a veritable halo about him. He had given up everything for God. His sayings were not mere repetitions from books. They were living words, which sprang from the depths of his soul, charged with the Truth he had seen and experienced.
Margaret came more and more under the spell of Swami Vivekananda. Now like a thunderbolt blasting its way along and burning up centuries of superstition, and now like a chisel chipping away at the ages-old darkness of ignorance; now like the mantras of a great guru awakening the soul of his disciple from its sloth and torpor, and now the mystic sayings of a realized soul sweeping away all the doubts of his disciple; now like the sincere, frank advice of a devoted comrade and now like the tender comfort of an affectionate mother, the Swamiji’s galvanizing words welled up from the depths of his soul. It was his flaming virtue, the glowing purity of his spirit, that had captured her heart and turned her into a servant of his country for his sake, she wrote later.
One day, in midst of his discourse the Swamiji said in a thundering voice. "What the world needs today is twenty men and women who dare stand in the public street and declare that they have nothing to call their own except their God. Who is there among you that can say so?"
Margaret’s heart seemed to whisper, ’Here I am!’ But her tongue was yet too timid to utter those words. One day, speaking about the women of India, the Swamiji said, "Our girls over there have not even seen the face of a school. That land of ours cannot advance unless they are educated." Then, turning at once towards Margaret, he said, "I have certain plans relating to the education and the welfare of the women of my country. I believe that you can be of great service to me in translating them into reality."
Margaret felt overwhelmed by the Swamiji’s faith in her. Yet she had misgivings whether she was equal to such a mighty task. Sensing her mind, the Swamiji reassured her: "You have the making in you of a world mover, and others will also come.......... Awake, awake, great one!"
Margaret took the heroic resolve to leave her own dear homeland and make the Swamiji’s far-off homeland her own, and render her utmost service there.
India’s Call
Teaching, reading, discussion everything had now lost its interest for Margaret. The Swamiji’s voice was always ringing in her ears. It seemed to her that India was calling her, unceasingly, insistently. She felt that it was darkness all around and only in the east there was a streak of light. And that streak of light seemed to be reaching out to her and beckoning her. "Your place is there in India," the Swamiji had said, "but that can be only when you are ready."
But was it so easy to make herself ready? The Swamiji himself had graphically spoken of India to her. He had made her see India in all her squalor. Poverty, ignorance, and filth - these had free play everywhere in that country. The British would look down upon her. The Indians would treat her with suspicion and dislike; It was to serve the women and educate the girls of such a country that Margaret was being called. As for education, would they ever allow their precious daughters to be taught by a woman of an alien faith?
It was at such a moment of doubt that she received from the Master this heartening message: "it is not a man we need but a woman; a real lioness, to work for the Indians, women specially...
"You must think well before you plunge in, and after all your toil, if you fail in this or get disgusted, on my part I promise you I will stand by you whether you work for India or not, whether you give up Vedanta or remain in it. ’The tusks of the elephant come out but never go back’; so are the words of a man never retracted."
On Indian Soil
The boat bringing Margaret to India reached Calcutta on January 28, 1898. Swami Vivekananda came in person to the port to give an affectionate welcome to her. She soon familiarized herself with the city where she had to work and started making the acquaintance of the people among whom she had to five. And she lost no time in learning Bengali, and studying Bengali Literature; for a command of Bengali was essential for her to communicate with, and ultimately win the confidence and affection of the people around her.
A Benediction
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;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before --
Be thou to India’s future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.
Swami Vivekananda wrote this to Bhagini Nivedita
A few weeks later, two of Swami Vivekananda’s women disciples in America, Mrs.Sarah C. Bull and Miss Josephine Mac Leod arrived in India. The three soon became fast friends.
Their cottage became an ashram. Every day Swami Vivekananda came there. The moment he entered, the place became charged with a holy spirit. The inspired Master addressed the disciples for hours. His theme was India, her history, her saints, her heroes and heroines, her epics, her puranas, her poets, architects, sculptors and other artists, and above all, her great sages. Under the Swamiji’s spell, the listeners forgot the world, forgot themselves, and, as they listened, they relived those glorious ages.
One day, Miss Mac Leod asked: "Swamiji how can I best serve you?"
At once came the reply, "Love India, serve her, worship her. That is prayer, that is worship, that is every thing."
Margaret took the Swamiji’s answer as his message for her too.
Nivedita
Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, the god-man of Dakshineswar, was the Guru of Swami Vivekananda. He had passed away in 1886. His saintly wife, Sri Sharada Devi, whom all the Paramahamsa’s devotees revered as the Holy Mother, blessed them all, and inspired them to noble endeavor and heroic achievement.
Margaret had an irresistible longing to meet the Holy Mother. But she had her own apprehensions. Would the Mother, who had been brought up in the traditions of Hindu orthodoxy, receive her and her comrades who were not only foreigners but also members of an alien faith? But Sri Sharada Devi was the very embodiment of love and sanctity. She received Margaret, Sarah Bull and Macleod as her own children.
The 25th of March 1898 was for Margaret the holiest and most unforgettable day of her life. That was the day her Guru dedicated her the service of India.
It was a Friday. Swami Vivekananda took all there of them to the Math, Leading Margaret into the shrine, he taught her to worship Lord Shiva according to the prescribed ritual. He then asked her to offer worship, unaided. To be invested by the Master himself with the authority to perform the rites of worship was a unique privilege, a matchless blessing. Margaret was in ecstasy. The Swamiji then initiated her ceremonially into the order of celibacy. He gave her the name of ’Nivedita’, which means ’the Dedicated One’. He commanded her to place lotus flowers at the feet of Lord Buddha. Then, in tremulous voice, he gave her his benediction and message: "Go thou, my child, go. Tread thou the path shown by that Great Soul who was the very embodiment of compassion and sacrificed himself for others in five hundred lives before he attained the status of the Buddha."
During that summer the Swamiji started for Almora in the Himalayas, taking with him Nivedita and other disciples. During the journey the party looked like a moving Gurukula; for it was a regular cycle of instruction, discourse and meditation, right through.
The School - An Experiment
On November 13, 1898 Nivedita started her school in a small way in a rented cottage. The very personality of Nivedita commanded respect. Her stately, handsome figure, dressed in a long, flowing, snow - white gown, held firm with a silk waist - band, lent her a certain majesty which heightened her natural dignity and grace. The rudraksha rosary around her neck gave her a saintly look. It is recorded that whenever Nivedita came to address a gathering, people spontaneously rose to their feet and gave her a standing ovation.
The school was no doubt started, but the problem for Nivedita was to find students. She went from door to door and had long arguments with parents to overcome their prejudices against sending their girls to school. "Putting girls to school? What an idea!" exclaimed the shocked parents. A good many openly jeered at her. Nothing daunted, Nivedita persisted in her search and succeeded at last in roping in a few girls of varying ages. She taught them to read and write, and instructed them in drawing, painting and clay modeling.
Nivedita loved all the people around her sincerely and deeply. Their resistances were soon broken and they welcomed her into their hearts and into their homes. Moving about freely among these households, she gradually became a member of their families. To everyone in north Calcutta she became Sister Nivedita.
Once an unfortunate mother came running to Nivedita, sobbing bitterly; and dragging her by the hand, she cried frantically, "Come, sister, hurry at once. My last child is dying even now!" Nivedita ran to the place, led by the poor mother. But even as they were entering the house, the child breathed its last. The unhappy mother held the baby to her breast and wailed aloud for hours. And, at last, she folded Nivedita to her bosom and cried, "O sister! What shall I do? Where is my darling gone?" And in her tender accents Nivedita consoled the mother, saying, "Hush, mother. Your child is with the Great Mother: she is with Kali!"
When Nivedita reported this incident to the Master, he gave her a new and inspiring message: "Worship even death, Nivedita, worship the terrible, even as you would worship the beautiful!"
Nivedita took the Master’s message to heart. She now realized that death was but the other face of life. And this new realization of hers was soon put to the test.
Plague in Calcutta
In March 1899 a devastating plague broke out in Calcutta and spread like wild fire all over the city. The disease took a toll of hundreds of lives every day. Deeply distressed, Nivedita plunged into action in order to save the city from the grip of the dire menace. She started sweeping the streets and cleaning the drains. Bengali youths, unused to any kind of manual labor, and accustomed to look upon scavenging as dirty work, just sat and watched for a while, though they felt guilty at their own inaction. The women, put to shame, ran into their homes. But it was not long before all of them girded up their loins and came to the aid of their be loved sister. Thus did Nivedita teach the people of Calcutta their first lessons in sanitation, self-help and social service, not by precept but by practice.
Nivedita formed a committee of social workers in order to fight the plague on a wellorganized basis. Squads of earnest and devoted workers fanned out in all directions and not only cleaned all the streets and lanes but nursed the victims. Nivedita worked round the clock, often foregoing even food and rest. Her health was seriously impaired, and she became worn out.
She ran from home to home, hoping against hope to over take and frustrate death. Often, however, to her great grief, death forestalled her and frustrated her noble design. On one occasion, the victim, a mere boy, died in her motherly lap. At such times, Nivedita stayed on with the unfortunate bereaved for hours together, offering them herconsolation and sympathy.
Nivedita and her team incessantly carried on their formidable effort for full thirty days before they succeeded in bringing the enemy to his heel. In the meanwhile, Nivedita had literally saved hundreds of victims from the very jaws of death, staking her very life in the process.
All through these grueling days Nivedita lived on fruit and milk, and nothing more. She had to give up even milk on one occasion to save the money for the medicines needed by a plague victim.
A Pilgrimage to the West
Nivedita’s school was just limping on for want of funds. Even to draw pupils was arduous enough; where was the question of collecting any fee? And the problem was to run the school and have enough left just to support her life. Would it be proper to go to the West in order to collect the funds needed for her work here? She sought the Master’s advice and was relieved to find that he gave her his hearty approval. Nivedita sailed for Europe in the middle of June 1899.
From Europe she went to America. Her original aim was just to raise enough funds for her small school. But, upon her arrival in America, she found that the urgent task was to educate the Americans about India and her glorious culture.
A great deal of false and malicious propaganda had been carried on against India and her religions by some Christian missionaries. They had grown extremely jealous of the tremendous impact on the West of Swami Vivekananda’s powerful address at the Parliament of Religions and of the growing popularity of Hinduism, especially of the Vedanta, not only in America but also in Europe. They had been systematically painting a totally misleading picture of India by blowing up her poverty, ignorance and superstition out of all proportion. These evil doings of so called men of religion were,
she felt, an outrage against Christ himself. Like the Master, she went on a whirlwind tour of the States and addressed huge gatherings in all the principal towns and cities in order to educate the Americans about the real state of India at the time, the greatness of her past, the sublimity of her cultural and spiritual heritage and above all, the true causes of the present degradation. She was a gifted orator. She had steeped herself in India’s history, her religions and her scriptures. In living words, charged with truth and invigorated by her sincerity, she depicted India in vivid colors. The audience felt a deep regret that they had let themselves be totally misled by pious frauds. They were thankful to Nivedita for revealing to them the very soul of India.
She had succeeded in making America realize that India’s degradation was essentially due to her long subjection to foreign rule. But she had not gained substantial success in raising funds for her school and for her other work in India.
The Master is No More
Nivedita returned to India in 1901
She now took up lodgings at No. 17, Bosepara Lane, which became henceforth both her home and her school. It became, in addition, a veritable center of pilgrimage for all the eminent personages of the time-political leaders fighting for the country’s freedom, men of intellect.
About this time a young lady from Germany, named Miss Christine Greenstidel, came to serve India and joined Nivedita. Her assistance was very valuable to Nivedita. Nivedita’s school began its work again. This time it was not only girls who came to receive instruction, but even their mothers. It was extremely difficult to meet the expenses of the school. Like Nivedita, Christine too had to undergo great privation. But with a firm resolve they kept up the struggle and carried on their endeavor of educating girls and women.
1902-the darkest year in Nivedita’s life. She went to see the Master at the Belur Math. That was on June 29. In the course of the conversation the Swamiji remarked, "A great austerity and meditation are coming upon me. I am getting ready for death." The 2nd of July was an Ekadasi Day. Nivedita felt an irresistible urge to see the Master again. When she was announced at the Math, the Swamiji was filled with joy. He was himself fasting. Yet he got a meal ready for Nivedita and personally served it to her. After she had her meal, he assisted her to wash her hands by pouring water, and then despite her pro tests, he dried her hands with a towel. Deeply pained, she demurred: "Swamiji, it would be proper for me to serve you thus, not to receive such services at your hands." That day the Master’s entire being was transformed with his love, when he gave his chosen disciple his blessing. The joy she felt at this made her forget her recent pain. She went home, feeling blessed.
Poor Nivedita little knew that this was to be her last meeting with the Master.
The Swamiji attained Mahasamadhi on the night of July 3.
On July 4, even as the day was breaking, the heart breaking message was brought to Nivedita. She staggered under the blow. The Master whom she adored, her all in all, her sole stay and support in life, the Guru who had given meaning and direction and purpose to her earthly existence, was no more. The light was gone. All was dark.
She ran to the Math and, sobbing her heart out, she paid her homage to the Master. The profound serenity of Samadhi was upon his face. Seated by the Master, she fanned his face until 2 p.m.
Vedic mantras were chanted. The Swamiji’s body was carried in procession to the banks of the Ganga and offered up to the flames. Cries of "Jai Swamiji!” "Swami Vivekanandaji Ki Jai!" rent the air and rose to the heavens.
The millions that had gathered at the cremation ground melted away in a few minutes.
The scene was all deserted. Nivedita sat there, all alone, with no thought of her surroundings, with a faraway gaze.
The master was no more. To whom could she go henceforth for counsel and support? From whom could she seek sol ace?
Fight for India’s Freedom
It was not in Nivedita’s nature to go on brooding, lamenting and despairing. The message instilled in her by the Master was not one of feebleness and fear, but of confidence and courage. As a lioness springs into action, shakes her mane and marches majestically on with her thunderous roar, so did she rouse herself, shake off her grief and anguish, and, assuming the mantle of leadership, gave to India and the world her ringing message.
Onerous was the burden laid on her by the Master. She must be true to him and fulfill her trust. It was in this spirit that she resumed her life of strenuous toil. Mother India became an object of adoration for her, and the liberation of India her life’s mission.
She had once believed that Britain and India could remain friends. But she came to realize that it was a delusion. For she could plainly see that Britain was not only draining the very lifeblood of India but, in her imperialistic insolence, choose to hurl insults upon India’s noblest sons.
Two incidents gave her a rude shock. Jagadish Chandra Bose, the world renowned Indian scientist, was an intimate friend on Nivedita. She had witnessed with joyful pride how in France the highest honors were conferred upon him. But in Britain he had not been accorded the honor that was due to him. Again, when Bipin Chandra Pal, the great Indian nationalist, rose to address an American gathering, someone among the audience leapt to his feet to hurl insulting words at him. "Mr. Pal, let your country attain freedom first. You can come and lecture later."
The very recollection of these incidents was enough to make Nivedita’s blood boil. The conviction grew upon her that, until India gained political independence, Indians could never hope to be treated like men. So this woman, who was the whitest among the whites, vowed to fight, in thought, word and deed, for the liberation of a country which she had adopted as her own mother land. The power of her tongue and the power of her pen she dedicated to the sacred cause of India’s struggle for freedom.
All over Bengal Nivedita’s name became a household word. Addressing mammoth meetings in several important places like Patna, Lucknow, Varanasi, Bombay, Nagpur and Madras, she sounded the clarion call of freedom. The British grew furious, but could not venture to silence her. On the contrary, several distinguished persons of Britain like Ramsay Macdonald, who was to become Britain’s Prime Minister, and Lady Minto, whose husband later became the Viceroy of India, visited her small school and commanded its excellent work in extending education to India’s womanhood.
Nivedita made her school the very center of nationalism. Bankim Babu’s famous national anthem, Vande Mataram, became the prayer song in her school. She changed over to Khadi. With her it became a daily practice to spin on the charaka; following her noble example, her pupils, too, practiced spinning every day.
It was Nivedita again who brought about a revolution in Bengali art. Instead of being true to Indian culture or to their own inspiration, Indian painters of the day had become just imitative; they copied western models. Nivedita admonished them for this mentality and kept on goading them to retain their Indianness.
She encouraged gifted artists like Abanindranath Tagore, Nandalal Bose and Asita Haldar by even providing them with funds; this enabled them to make a pilgrimage to Ajanta, Ellora and other centers of art in order to seek inspiration from the great Indian artists of the past. Under Nivedita’s powerful influence there was a remarkable flowering of Bengali art.
Everything Indian became for Nivedita an object of adoration. She wrote books in order to interpret for Indians their own national heritage. She upheld, by reasoned argument, ancient institutions like idol worship, religious and national festivals and other holy days; she revealed the greatness of our sublime epics and the sacred puranas; and, above all, she pointed out the uniqueness of our scriptures. She thus made Indians learn to be proud of those priceless things of which they had come to be needlessly ashamed.
Nivedita’s life had now become one continuous round of political consultations and campaigns, public meetings and addresses, writing books and carrying on hectic correspondence. These not only took up all her time but also sapped all her vitality. Her circle of friends, followers, and admirers also went on growing.
To the Holy Mother she became the darling daughter. To the Paramahamsa’s direct disciples she was an object of great affection and regard. To Rabindranatha Tagore she was an unfailing source of inspiration. To eminent political leaders like Surendranath Bannerjea, Gopalakrishna Gokhale, Ramesh Chandra Dutt, Bipin Chandra Pal and Aurobind Ghosh, she was a philosopher and friend. And to the youth of the nation she was a veritable idol.
The greatest of the nation’s leaders, Balagangadhar a Tilak and Mahatma Gandhi, came to her and paid their respects.
Nivedita’s life was thus a real saga of service and sacrifice, of achievement and fulfillment.
The Swan Song
Through her unbroken, unending toil Nivedita wore herself out. She knew not the meaning of rest. People did not take the trouble of inquiring what she herself needed.
In 1905 she was seriously ill. Her close friends, especially the monks of the Ramakrishna Ashram, tended and nursed her. She rallied for the time being. But she would not rest, little caring to save her wasting body. The British Government partitioned Bengal and this resulted in a great agitation. Nivedita jumped into the fray. Next year, East Bengal experienced devastating floods. This was followed by famine. For miles Nivedita waded through the water and rendered service to the victims of flood and famine, in village after village. She harnessed the youth of Bengal in organizing relief for the affected people.
Her health grew much worse. But unmindful of her own state, she went on serving the poor and saving the distressed.
When her health was very bad, she made her will. All that she had in this world by way of property, the little money she had with hen and even the copy right over her writings, she left to the Belur Math. She wanted that her bequest should be used to give national education to the women of India.
October 13. It was morning. Nivedita was in Darjeeling. The sun, which had for days been hiding its face behind the dark clouds, suddenly appeared this morning, and its rays entered Nivedita’s room. She was absorbed in deep meditation. Opening her eyes to the sunshine, she murmured: "This frail boat of mine is sinking, but I can see the sunrise". These were the last words of this noble soul.
It was not, however, just a boat that had sunk; it was a mighty ship. The sunrise that she saw was the kind of illumination, which only the like of her can see.
Sir J. C. Bose founded his famous Institute for research. There, in Nivedita’s memory, he got installed the image of a woman stepping forward, lamp in hand.
In the lap of the Himalayas rests the earthly form of this great lady. Over her grave is erected a humble memorial, which bears this simple epitaph.
"Here reposes Sister Nivedita who gave her all to India".
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