The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/CIV Shashi
CIV
(Translated from Bengali)
Math, Belur,
Dist., Howrah,
3rd June, 1901.
My Dear Shashi,[1]
Reading your letter I felt like laughing, and also rather sorry. The cause
of the laughter is that you had a dream through indigestion and made
yourself miserable, taking it to be real. The cause of my sorrow is that it
is clear from this that your health is not good, and that your nerves
require rest very badly.
Never have I laid a curse on you, and why should I do so now? All your life
you have known my love for you, and today are you doubting it? True, my
temper was ever bad, and nowadays owing to illness it occasionally becomes
terrible — but know this for certain that my love can never cease.
My health nowadays is becoming a little better. Have the rains started in
Madras? When the rains begin a little in the South, I may go to Madras via
Bombay and Poona. With the onset of the rains the terrible heat of the South
will perhaps subside.
My great love to you and all others. Yesterday Sharat returned to the Math
from Darjeeling — his health is much better than it was before. I have come
here after a tour of East Bengal and Assam. All work has its ups and downs,
its periods of intensity and slackness. Again it will rise up. What fear? .
. . .
Whatever that may be, I say that you stop your work for some time and come
straight back to the Math. After you have taken a month's rest here, you and
I together will make a grand tour via Gujarat, Bombay, Poona, Hyderabad,
Mysore to Madras. Would not that be grand? If you cannot do this, stop your
lectures in Madras for a month. Take a little good food and sleep well.
Within two or three months I shall go there. In any case, reply immediately
as to what you decide to do.
Yours with blessings,
Vivekananda.
- Notes
- ↑ Swami Ramakrishnananda