Aanandakanda Rishi Dayaanand

Ham aaj ek riṣhiraaj kee paavan kathaa sunaate hȧi
Aanand-kand Riṣhi Dayaanand kee gathaa gaate hȧi
Ham kathaa sunaate hȧi
Ham ek amar itihaas ke kuchh panne palaṭaate hȧi
Aanand-kand Riṣhi Dayaanand kee gathaa gaate hȧi
Ham kathaa sunaate hȧi

Riṣhivar ko lakh praṇaam
Guruvar ko lakh praṇaam
Dharma-dhurandhar munivar ko koṭi-koṭi praṇaam
koṭi-koṭi praṇaam

Bhaarat ke prant gujraat mė ek graav hai ṭankaaraa
Us gȧav ke braahman kul mė janmaa ik baalak pyaaraa
Baalak ke pitaa the Karsan ji maa thee Amritbaaee
Us dampatee se ham sabne ek anmol nidhi paaee
Ham ṭankaaraa kee puṇyabhoomi ko sheesh jhukaate hȧi

Phir naamkaraṇ kee vidhi huee ik din Karasan jee ke ghar
Amritbaa kaa pyaaraa beṭaa ban gayaa moolashankar
Pȧȧchave varṣh mė svayam pitaa ne aksharagyan diyaa
Aathavė varṣh mė kulaguru ne upaveet pradaan kiyaa
Is tarah moolajee jeevanpath par charaṇ baṛhate hȧi

Jab lagaa chaudhavȧȧ saal to ik din shivaratree aayee
Us raat kee ghataṇaa se kumaar kee buddhi chakaraaee
Jis ghaṛi chaṛhe shiv ke sir par choohe choree-choree
Moolajee ne samjhee turat murtipooja kee kamajoree
Har mahaapuruṣh ke lakshaṇ bachpan mė dikh jaate hȧi

Phir ik din mȧȧ se putr bolaa mȧȧ duniyȧȧ hai phaanee
Mȧi mukti khojane jaaoongaa paanee hai ye jindagaanee
Chupchaap sun rahe the beṭe kee baat pitaa gyaanee
Jaldee se unhonė uskaa byaah kar dene kee ṭhaanee
Is bhȧȧti byaah kee taiyaaree Karasan jee karaate hȧi

Shaadee kee baat ko sunke yuvak mė kraantibhaav jaage
Ve gupchup ek sunsaan raat mė ghar se nikal bhaage
Tejee se mulajee mė aae kuchh parivartan bhaaree
Dikshaa lekar vo bane shuddh Chaitanya Brahmachaaree
Ham kabhee-kabhee bhagvaan kee leelaa samajh na paate hȧi

Phir jagah-jagah par ghoom yuvak ne yogaabhyaas kiyaa
Kuch kaal baad purṇaanand ne unko sannyaas diyaa
Jis divas Shuddh Chaitanya yahȧȧ sannyaasee pad paaye
Vo Swaami Dayaanand Sarasvatee us din se kehlaaye
Ham jagaprasiddha is naam pe apanaa hridaya luṭaate hȧi

Sanyaas baad swamee jee ne kee ghor tapashcharyaa
Sache sadguru kee talaash yahee thee unkee dinacharyaa
Gujraat se pahụche vindhyaachal phir kaaṭaa panth baṛaa
Phir paar karke Haridvaar himaalaya kaa rastaa pakṛaa
Ab swameejee ke safar ki ham kuchh jhalak dikhaate hȧi

Teerthȯ mė gaye melȯ mė gaye vo gaye pahaaṛȯ mė
Jangal mė gaye jhaaṛee mė gaye vo gaye akhaaṛȯ mė
Har ek tapovan tapasthali mė yogeeraaj ṭhehre
Par har mukaam par mile unhė kuchh bhed bhare chehare
Sadhu se mile santȯ se mile vriddhȯ se mile swaamee
Jogee se mile yatiyȯ se mile siddhȯ se mile swaamee
Tyaagee se mile tapasee se mile vo mile akkhaṛȯ se
Gyanee se mile dhyaanee se mile vo mile phakkadṛȯ se
Par koee jaadoo kar na sakaa man par swaamee jee ke
Sab ȯȯchee dukaanȯ ke unhė pakavaan lage pheeke
Yogee ka kalejaa ṭooṭ gayaa vo bahut hataash hue
Koee sadguru na milaa isse vo bahut niraash hue
Ȧȧkhȯ se chhalakate ȧȧsoo swaamee rok na paate hȧi

Itne mė achaanak andhakaar mė prakaṭaa ujiyaaraa
Pragyaa-chakshu kaa pataa milaa ik vriddh sant dvaaraa
Mathuraa mė rehte the ek sadguru Virjaanand naamee
Unse milne tatkaal chal paṛe Dayaanand Svaamee
Aakhir ik din mathuraa pahụche tejasvee sannyaasee
Guru ke darshan se nihaal huee unkee ȧȧkhe pyaasee
Guru ke antar-chakshu ne paatra ko jhaṭ pahachaan liyaa
Uskee pratibhaa ko pehle hee parichaya mė jaan liyaa
Sadguru kee anumati maang Dayaanand unke shiṣhya bane
Aage chalkar ke yahee shiṣhya bhaarat ke bhaviṣhya bane
Guru aashram mė swaamee jee ne jamkar abhyaas kiyaa
Har vidyaa mė paarangat ban aatmaa kaa vikaas kiyaa
Jo karmaṭh hote hȧi vo manjhil paa hee jaate hȧi

Gurukripaa se ik din yogiraaj vaaman se viraaṭ bane
Vo purṇ gyaan kee duniyaa ke anupam samraaṭ bane
Sab chhatrȯ mė the apne Dayaanand baṛe buddhishaalee
Saaree shikshaa bas teen varṣh mė pooree kar ḍalee
Jab shiksha purṇ huee to gurudakshiṇaa ke kshaṇ aaye
Muṭṭhibhar laung swaamee jee guru kee bhėṭ hetu laaye
Jo laung Dayanand laaye the shraddha se chav se
Vo laung liye gurujee ne baṛe hee udaas bhaav se
Swaamee ne guru se vidaa maangee jab aayee vidaa ghaṛee
Tab andh guru kee ȧȧkh mė gangaa-yamunaa umaṛ paṛee
Vo drishya dekhakar huyee baṛee svaamee ko hairaanee
Par itane mė hee mukh se guru ke nikal paṛee vaaṇee
Jo vaaṇee gurumukh se nikalee vo ham doharaate hȧi

Guru bole suno Dayanand mȧi nij hriday kholataa hȯȯ
Jis baat ne mujhe rulaayaa hai vo baat bolataa hoo
In dinȯ baṛee dayaneeya dashaa hai apne bhaarat kee
Hil gayee hȧi saree buniyaadė is bhavya imaarat kee
Pis rahee hai janataa paakhaṇḍȯ kee bheeṣhaṇ chakkee mė
Aapas kee phooṭ banee hai baadhaa apnee tarkkee mė
Hai kureetiyȯ kee kaaraa mė saaraa samaaj bandee
Sanskriti ke rakshak bane hȧi bhakshak huve hain svachchhandee
Kar diyaa hai gandaa dharma sarovar moṭe magarȯ ne
Jarjarit jaati ko jakaṛaa hai badmaash ajagarȯ ne
Bhakti hai chhupee makkaarȯ ke majaboot shikanjȯ mė
Aryȯ kee sabhyataa rotee hai paapiyȯ ke phandȯ mė
Guru kee vaaṇee sun kar svaamee vyaakul ho jaate hȧi

Guru phir bole eeshvar bikataa ab khule bajaarȯ mė
Aaya hai bhayankar parivartan aachaar-vicharȯ mė
Har chabootare par baiṭhee hai ban-ṭhan kar chaalaakee
Us ṭhaganee ne hai sabko ṭhagaa koee na rahaa baakee
Beemaar hai saaraa desh chal rahee hai pratikool havaa
Dikhataa hai nahėė koee aisaa jo iskee kare davaa
He Dayaanand is duhkhee desh kaa tum uddhaar karo
Majhadhar mė hai beṛaa beṭaa tum beṛaa paar karo
Is andh guru kee yahee hai ichchhaa is par dhyaan dharo
Bhaarat ke liye tum apna saaraa jeevan daan karo
Sankaṭ mė hai apni janmabhoomi tum jaavo karo rakshaa
Jaavo beṭe bhaarat ke bhaagya kaa tum badalo nakshaa
Svaamee jee guru kee charaṇadhool maathe pe lagaate hȧi

Guru kee aagyaa anusaar is tarah apne brahmachaaree
Karane ko desh uddhaar chal paṛe banke kraantikaaree
Kar diyaa shuru svaaamee jee ne ek dhụaadhaar dauraa
Har nagar-gaȧv ke sabhee kumbhakarnȯ ko jhakajhoraa
Din-raat riṣhi ne ghoom-ghoom kar apnaa vatan dekhaa
Jab apnaa vatan dekhaa to har taraph ghor patan dekhaa
Mandirȯ pe kabjaa kar liyaa thaa miṭṭi ke khilaunȯ ne
Badanaam kiyaa thaa bhakti ko badaneeyat baunȯ ne
Ramaṇiyȧȧ utaaraa karatee thee aaratee mahantȯ kee
Vo drishya dekhatee rahatee thee ṭolee shrimaantȯ kee
Chhip-chhip kar lampaṭ karate the parade mė premleelaa
Saare samaaj ke jeevan kaa ḍhaanchaa thaa huaa ḍheelaa
Yah dekh riṣhi sampoorṇ kraanti kaa bigul bajaate hȧi

Kraanti kaa karke ailaan riṣhi maidan mė kood paṛe
Unke tevar ko dekh ho gaye sabke kaan khaṛe
Ek haath mė thaa jhanḍaa unke ek hath mė thee laṭhee
Vo chale banaane har hindu ko phir se vedpaaṭhee
Haridvaar mė kumbh kaa melaa thaa aisaa avasar paakar
Paakhaṇḍ khaṇḍinee dhvajaa gaaṛ dee riṣhi ne vahȧȧ jaakar
Phir lage ghumaane sannyaasee jee khaṇḍan kaa khaaṇḍaa
Kitne hee gupt baatȯ kaa unhȯne phoṛ diyaa bhȧaḍaa
Dhajjiyȧȧ uṛaa dee svaamee ne sab jhooṭhe granthȯ kee
Bakhiyaȧ udheṛ kar rakh dee saare mithyaa panthȯ kee
Riṣhivar ne tark taraaju par sab dharmagranth tole
Vedȯ kee tulanaa mė nikale vo sabhee granth pole
Vedȯ kee mahatta svaamee jee sabko samajhaate hȧi

Chalatee thee hukoomat har teerath mė lobhi paṇḍȯ kee
Svaamee ne pol kholee unke saare hathakaṇḍȯ kee
Aaye karane riṣhi kaa virodh guṇḍe haṭṭe-kaṭṭe
Par apne vajrapuruṣh ne kar diye unke dȧȧt khaṭṭe
Durdasha desh kee dekh riṣhi ko hotee thee glaanee
Purakhȯ kee ijjat par pheraa thaa luchchȯ ne paanee
Ban gaye the desh ke devaalaya laalach kee dukaanė
Mandirȯ mė raam ke baiṭhee thee raavaṇ kee santaanė
Svaamee ne har bhraṣhṭaachaaree kaa pardaaphash kiyaa
Dambhiyȯ pe karke prahaar harek paakhaṇḍ kaa naash kiyaa
Laakhȯ hindu sangaṭhit huve vaidik jhanḍe ke tale
Jalanevaale kuchh dveṣhee is ghaṭanaa se bahut jale
Is tarah desh mė parivartan svaamee jee laate hȧi

Kuchh kaal baad svaamee ne kaashee jaane kee ṭhaanee
Us karmakaaṇḍ kee nagaree par apnee bhrikuṭi taanee
Jab bharee sabhaa mė svaamee kee aavaaj buland huyee
Tab dang ho gaye log boltee sabkee band huee
Vedȯ mė moortipoojaa hai kahȧȧ svaamee ne savaal kiyaa
Is vikaṭ prashna ne sabhee diggajȯ ko behaal kiyaa
Kaasheevaalȯ ne bahut sir phoṛaa kee maathaapachchee
Par ant mė nikalee Dayaanand jee kee hee baat sachchee
Mach gaya tahalakaa abhimaanee dharmadhikaariyȯ mė
Bhaaree bhagadaṛ mach gayee sabhee panḍit pujaariyȯ mė
Itihaas bataataa hai us din kaashee kee haar huyee
Har ek dishaa mė riṣhiraajaa kee jaya-jayakaar huyee
Ab ham kuchh aur karishmė svaamee ke batalaate hȧi

Un dinȯ boltee thee ghar-ghar mė mardȯ kee tootee
Har puruṣh samajhataa thaa aurat ko pairȯ kee jootee
Riṣhi ne julmȯ se chhuṛavaayaa ablaa bechaaree ko
Jagadambaa ke sinhaasan par baiṭha diyaa naaree ko
Badkismat bevaaȯ ke bhaaga bhee unhȯne chamaakaye
Unke hit naanaa naaree niketan aashram khulavaaye
Svaamee jee dekh sake naa vidhavaaȯ kee karuṇ vyathaa
Karavaa dee shuru turant unhȯne punarvivaah prathaa
Hotaa thaa dharm parivartan bhaarat mė khullam-khullaa
Jantaa ko nitya bharamaate the paadari aur mullaa
Svaamee ne unhė jab kasakar maaraa shuddhi kaa chȧȧtaa
Saare prapanchiyȯ kee duniyaa mė chhaa gayaa sannaaṭaa
Phir bhaktȯ ke aagrah se svaamee bambaee jaate hȧi

Bhaarat ke sab nagarȯ mė nagar bambaee thaa bhaagyashaalee
Riṣhi jee ne pahale aarya samaaj kee neenv yahee ḍaalee
Phir usee varṣh svaamee se hamė satyaarth prakaash milaa
Man panchhee ko uṛane ke liye nootan aakaash milaa
Sadiyȯ se door khaṛe the jo apane achhoot bhaee
Riṣhi ne unke sir par ijjat kee pagaṛee bandhavaaee
Jo tang aa chuke the apamaanit jeevan jeene se
Un sab dalitȯ ko lagaa liyaa svaamee ne seene se
Mumbaee ke baad ik roj riṣhi punjab mė jaa nikale
Unke charanȯ ke peechhe-peechhe laakhȯ charaṇ chale.
Laakhȯ logȯ ne maan liyaa svaamee ko apnaa guru
Satsang kathaa pravachan keertan ghar-ghar ho gaye shuru
Svaamee kaa jaadu dekh virodhee bhee chakaraate hȧi

Punjab ke baad raajaputaanaa pahụche narabankaa
Dekhate-dekhate bajaa vahȧȧ bhee vedȯ kaa ḍankaa
Agaṇit jigyaasu aane lage svaamee kee sabhaavȯ mė
Mach gai dhoom vaidik mantrȯ kee dasȯ dishaavȯ mė
Sab bhed bhaav kee deevaarȯ ko chakanaachoor kiyaa
Sadiyȯ kaa kuṛaa-karakaṭ svaamee jee ne door kiyaa
Riṣhi ne upadesh se laakhȯ kee takadeer badal ḍaalee
Jo bigaṛee thee varṣhȯ se vo tasveer badal ḍaalee
Phir veera bhoomi mevaaṛ mė pahụche apne riṣhi gyaanee
Khud udaipur ke raaṇaa ne kee unkee aguvaanee
Raaṇaa ne unako denee chaahee ekaling jee kee gaadee
Par vo mahant kee gaadee riṣhi ne savinaya ṭhukaraa dee
Itne mė jodhapur kaa aamantraṇ svaamee paate hȧi

Un dinȯ jodhapur ke shaasan kee baṛee thee badanaamee
Bhaktȯ ne rokaa phir bhee bedhaṛak pahụnch gaye svaamee
Jaswant singh ke us raaj mė thaa duṣhtȯ kaa bolbaalaa
Raajaa thaa vilaasee is kaaraṇ har taraf thaa ghoṭaalaa
Ek neech tavaayaf banee thee raajaa ke mann kee raanee
Thee baṛee chulbulee vo chuṛail karatee thee manamaanee
Svaamee ne raajaa ko sudhaarane kiye anek jatan
Par bilakul nahee badal paayaa raajaa kaa chaal-chalan
Kulṭaa kee paalkee ko ik din raajaa ne diyaa kandhaa
Svaamee ko bhaaree dukh huvaa vo drishya dekh gandaa
Svaamee jee bole hey raajan tum ye kyaa karte ho
Tum sher putra hokar ke ik kutiyaa par marte ho
Svaamee jee ghor garjan se saaraa mahal gunjaate hȧi

Raajaa ne turat maafee mangee hokar ke sharmindaa
Par aag-baboolaa ho gai veshyaa seh na sakee nindaa
Ṣhaḍayantra rachaa riṣhi ke viruddh kulṭaa pishaachinee ne
Jahareelaa jal bichhaayaa us vikaraal saȧnpinee ne
Veshya ne riṣhi ke rasoiye par daulat barasaa dee
Paakar sampadaa apaar vo paapee ban gayaa aparaadhee
Sevak ne raat mė dudh mė gup-chup sankhiyaa milaa diyaa
Phir kȧȧch kaa chooraa dal riṣhiraajaa ko pilaa diyaa
Vo le riṣhi ne pee liyaa dudh vo madhur svaad vaalaa
Par phauran svaamee bhȧȧp gaye kuch daal mė hai kaalaa
Apne sevak ko turant hi bulavaayaa svaamee ne
Khud uske mukh se sakal bhed khulavaayaa svaamee ne
Pashchaataapee ko mahaamanaa nepaal bhagaate hȧi

Aaye ḍocṭor aaye hakeem aur vaidyaraaj aaye
Par davaa kisee kee nahėe lagee sab ke sab ghabaraaye
Tab rugṇ riṣhi ko jodhapur se le jaayaa gayaa aaboo
Par vahȧȧ bhee unke rog pe koee paa na sakaa kaaboo
Aaboo ke baad ajmer unhė bhaktȯ ne pahụchaayaa
Kuchh hee din mė riṣhi samajh gaye ab antakaal aayaa
Ve bole he prabhu tune mere sang khoob khel khelaa
Teri ichchha se mȧi sameṭataa hȯȯ jeevanaleelaa
Bas ek yahee binati hai meree he antaryaamee
Mere bachchȯ ko too sambhaalanaa jagapaalak svaamee
Jab ant ghaṛi aayee to riṣhi ne Aum shabd bolaa
Keval Aum shabd bolaa
Phir chupke se dhar diyaa dharaa par naashavaan cholaa
Is tarah riṣhi tan kaa pinjara khaalee kar jaate hȧi

Sansaar ke aaryȯ suno hamaaraa geet hai ek gaagar
Is gaagar mė ham kaise bharė riṣhi mahimaa kaa saagar
Svaamee jee kyaa the kaise the ham ye na bataa sakte
Unkee guṇ garimaa alp samaya mė ham naheė gaa sakte
Sach poochho to bhagavaan ka ek vardaan the svaamee jee
Har dashakandhar ke liye raam kaa baan the svaamee jee
Pratibhaa ke dhani ek jabaradast insaan the svaamee jee
Hindi hindoo aur hindustaan ke praaṇ the svaamee jee
Kyaa Burmaa kyaa Mauritius kya Surinaam kya fijee
In sab deshȯ mė vidyamaan hȧi aaj bhee svaamee jee
Kenyaa Guyana Trinidad Singapore Uganda
Uṛ rahaa sab jagah baṛee shaan se aaryȯ kaa jhanḍaa
Har Aarya Samaaj mė aaj bhee svaamee jee muskate hȧi

Aanand-kand Riṣhi Dayaanand kee gathaa gaate hȧi
Ham kathaa sunaate hȧi
Riṣhivar ko lakh praṇaam
Guruvar ko lakh praṇaam
Dharma-dhurandhar munivar ko koṭi-koṭi praṇaam
koṭi-koṭi praṇaam

Today, we turn the pages of our immortal history and sing, narrate, and share this holy and inspirational story of the Great and powerful Maharishi Swami Dayanand Sarasvati. Let us share the story of the one who was the foundation of joy, wisdom, and bliss for us all, the Great Maharishi. Our infinite salutations to you Rishivar. Our eternal gratitude to you, Rishi Dayanand. You are the fierce protector and expert upholder of our Dharma. Our eternal salutations to you.

In Tankara, a village in Gujrat, India, a handsome boy was born to a Brahmin family. The father was Karsanlal Ji, and the mother was Amritbai. From this couple, the world received a priceless treasure. We bow our heads to that holy place in Tankara.

At the Naamkaran Sanskaara, this handsome and beloved son of Karsanlal and Amritbai was named Moolshankar. Moolshankar’s father taught him language and other essentials, which he mastered in his fifth year. He was initiated with the Sacred Thread in his eighth year. And so started his life’s journey.

4The uniqueness of every great person is seen from their childhood. In Moolshankar’s fourteenth year, on the night of Shivraatri, as he witnessed the rats and insects running all over the head of the idol of Shiva, Moolji immediately realized the futility of idol worship.

And so, one day, Moolji said to his Mother, “Ma, this world is temporary. I will search for truth and salvation for which this life is worthy.” The father, who overheard this conversation, decided to get Moolshankar married quickly to settle him down in his family life. Karsanlal started to make preparations for Moolshankar’s marriage.

Hearing of these plans to get him married, the young man was unhappy. So, on one lonely night, he left the comfort of his home, and his life immediately underwent drastic changes. He was then initiated by a sage and became Brahmacharee Shuddha Chaitanya. His choices may seem perplexing to us mere mortals because sometimes we cannot understand the divine illusive play of the Almighty.

The young Brahmacharee roamed around various places in search of wisdom. His practice of Yoga intensified. After some time, Rishi Poornaanada initiated the Brahmacharee into the order of Sanyaas. From this initiation emerged the glorious and famous name and person, Swami Dayanand Sarasvati, whose world-famous name has captured our hearts.

Swamiji undertook intense meditations and penance. And, he continued roaming in search of his true Guru. Some glimpses of Swamiji’s journey in search of his Guru continue to inspire us. He reached Vindhyachal from Gujrat, and took a long journey across to the Himalayas.

On his journey, he went on pilgrimages, went to gathering places, and went to the mountains. He traveled through jungles, forests, and towns. The Master of Yoga spent time in various hermitages, ashrams, and places of penance. Everywhere, he saw faces of mystery, misery, discrimination, and pain. He met and spoke with a vast variety of persons: sadhus, saints, elderly persons, yoga practitioners, ascetics, Siddhas, knowledgeable persons, meditative people, wise persons, and fake and foolish persons. None, no one could have created an impact on Swami’s mind. The fanciest of foods seemed bland to him, and nothing was attractive to him. Oh, the young Yogi’s heart became dejected as he could not find anyone who inspired him to be his Guru. Tears flowed from Swamiji’s eyes as he continued his search.

An old saint gave Swamiji the directions of a unique Saint, Swami Virjanand, who lived in another state. A light appeared out of the darkness for Swami Dayanand Ji as he immediately set out to meet him. Then, one day, the young Sanyasi reached his destination, and his thirsty eyes were immediately filled with bliss at the sight of his Guru, Swami Virjaanand. The Guru, who was physically blind, immediately perceived the light of this new student and understood his vast talent and potential. With his permission, Swami Dayanand became the disciple of Swami Virjananda, a path that set out the future of Mother India. Swami Ji practiced a lot in the Guru Ashram. Through his intense focus and meditation, he quickly became proficient in every subject and exemplified that those who are diligent will reach their destination expeditiously. 

By the grace of Guru Virjanand, Yogiraj Swami Dayanand Ji became blessed with immense wisdom and was like a unique emperor of the world of wisdom. Swami Ji completed his education and mastered every area in just three years, rising above other disciples at the Ashram. At the completion of his education, with no worldly possessions to offer as Guru Dakshina, Swamiji brought a handful of cloves, with reverence and fondness, as the Dakshina to his Guru. As the time came for Swami Ji’s departure from the Ashram, the eyes of Guru Virjanand flowed like the overflow of the Ganges and Yamuna rivers. Swami Ji was humbled by the sight of these tears. But then the Guru spoke. And, these words that the Guru said to Swami Ji, we will now repeat.

Guru Virjanand said, Listen, O Dayanand, as I open my heart and tell you what has brought me to tears. These days our India and our world are in a very pitiable state. The very foundations of our world have been shaken as people everywhere are crushed by the fierce grasp of hypocrisy and falsehood. Internal divisions of our people, society, and country have become an obstacle to our own progress. Society has become trapped in the prison of evil customs and practices. The so-called priests and protectors of culture have become predators and are more evil. The once pure Ocean of Dharma is now polluted by the presence of these lazy predators. The society is beaten down and worn out by the entrenched cunning rogues and snakes disguised as leaders. Devotion and worship are now hidden in their evil clutches. O Dayanand, the civilization of Aryas, the foundation of nobility and purity, is in the trap of sinners. Upon hearing these tearful words, Swami Ji became distraught.

Guru Virjanand continued. God is now being sold in the markets and shops. God is now a business commodity. A terrible change has taken over the morals of society as the cunning and wicked ones dress impeccably and take over every platform. The cheaters have duped everyone. No one is left untouched. The world is overcome with this sickness, and the winds of adversity and disaster are blowing everywhere. No one has challenged and treated it as yet. O Dayanand, you are the one. You can save this sad country and this sad world. The boat of life is trapped mid-river. You, please take the boat across. This is the wish of your Guru. Give your life to the upliftment of India and the world. Your very birthplace is in danger; go save it. Go, my son, change the map of India’s destiny! Swamiji fell to the feet of his Guru.

As per his Guru’s order, our Brahmacharee, our beloved Swami, started to uplift his country. He became a revolutionary and started a whirlwind tour across India. He awakened everyone who was sleeping as he visited villages and cities. Day and night, he traveled, inspiring and awakening others. As he traveled, he saw the degradation and the injustices. He saw that the temples were overcome by clay toys, the mediocre persons with evil intentions had taken over, maligned, and abused the places of devotion. He saw that persons of ill repute were taking over the position of righteousness and that people had started to accept and even enjoy the invasion of righteousness by sensuality and lecherous indulgence. The very structure of society has been shaken loose. Seeing all of this, the Rishi blew the trumpet of a total revolution.

Swamiji launched a reformation revolution. He came to the world with zest, and everyone started to take notice. He carried his Jhanda in one hand and a stick in the other. His mission was to make every Hindu into a scholar once again. He went to the Kumbh Mela in Haridwar and planted his flag and started waving the sword of logic and wisdom of the Vedas. He exposed the false practices and ripped apart the fake scriptures and religions. He sounded his call “Back to the Vedas” by showing everyone that all wisdom originates from the Vedas. He exposed the dishonesty and falsehood of other so-called holy books and showed that they failed simple logic, while the Vedas were complete and unrefutable.

Swami Ji continued his revolution. He exposed the greedy pandits who controlled mandirs and places of pilgrimage. He was physically attacked, but his immense physical strength overcame the thugs who attacked him. Swami Ji exposed the hypocrites who tarnished the honor of our ancestors. He exposed the corrupt priests and leaders. The temples had become shops of greed and avarice, and the Ravanas were sitting in the temples of Raam. Swamiji exposed them all. And in so doing, thousands started to follow him and became united under the Vedic flag. While many who were steeped in corruption and hypocrisy hated him and became jealous of his massive following, Swamiji marched onward to bring change to his country.

Swami Ji went to Kashi and lifted his voice against the rituals that had become the norm. Everyone was stunned by the straightforward truth that he shared. Swami Ji challenged them, “Where is idol worship in the Vedas?” he asked. That question troubled everyone as they started to absorb the truth Swami Ji was sharing. The so-called religious leaders started to create problems with their arrogance and attacks. But Swami Ji, with pure Vedic truth and Logic, sent them stampeding out. History records that the arrogant pandits and priests of Kashi were defeated that day. All around the country, the cheers and salutations of our Rishiraaj echoed and reverberated. Let us now remember some of the miracles of this great Maharishi.

In those days, men were the rulers of their household, and women were ill-treated and often viewed as doormats. This fearless Sage, Maharishi Dayanand, led his movement to free helpless women from oppression. He led the way so that women sat on the throne of Jagadamba. He brightened the lives of all women and spoke openly about equal education for women. He dealt with the pitiable plight of widows and allowed for remarriage. The Great Rishi gave a hard hit to the religious conversions that were forced on people. The priests and mullahs were exposed for fooling the people. Soon, the hypocrites and fraudsters became silent as they could not face the force of truth that Swami Ji brought to the world. At this time, the people of Mumbai started to call for Swamiji to go there.

Mumbai became the most fortunate city in the world because Rishi Ji laid the foundation of the Arya Samaj there. At that time, we were blessed with the Satyarth Prakash from Swami Ji. With the Satyarth Prakash, our minds could soar to new heights. The plight of the caste system and the treatment of the untouchable caste were fiercely dealt with by Swami Ji, and he caused respect to be brought to those who were deemed untouchables as he embraced all without fear or favor and opened the door to education for everyone. From Mumbai, Swamiji went to Punjab, and by this time, innumerable persons started to follow him wherever he went, accepting his teachings and accepting him as their Guru. Vedic discourse and satsang started in every home because of Swamiji. Those who opposed him were baffled at this magical man and the transformation he started.

In various parts of Punjab, in Rajputana and elsewhere, Swamiji held up the Vedas and preached their message. Countless followers attended his discourses, and the Vedas were now being chanted all over the country. All the walls of discrimination were being shattered as Swamiji removed the centuries-old garbage of ignorance.  This great sage changed the fate of millions of people and reset the course that had been overtaken by ignorance for years. The king of Udaipur himself welcomed Swamiji and even offered the throne to Swamiji. But the great Sage politely refused the offer and went ahead with his reformation of the country. Jodhpur begged Swamiji to visit.

The head of Jodhpur was infamous for his wickedness and lechery. His female companion was flirtatious and provided ill repute to the king and kingdom. Many of Swamiji’s followers tried to dissuade Swamiji from going there. But Swamiji was fearless. Even while teaching the public, he made efforts to reform the king. One day, the kind fetched a palanquin on his own shoulders, carrying a woman of ill repute. Swamiji was very sad about this spectacle, and he asked the king, “O king, what are you doing? You, the son of a lion, are dying for a lustful, lowly animal?” The entire palace resounded with a roar upon hearing these words.

The king immediately realized his folly and apologized. However, the prostitute could not tolerate the insult and conspired against the sage. Like a monstrous serpent, she laid a poisonous trap. She showered wealth upon the Saint’s cook, who gave in to the lure of richness and became a criminal by his act. He secretly mixed poison in the Saint’s milk at night and also mixed ground glass into the milk. The unsuspecting Saint drank this deadly mixture and immediately knew something was wrong. He summoned the man and queried about it, and the man admitted his dastardly actions. That great sage, he of the most incredible mind, encouraged the man to flee to Nepal lest the followers catch up with him.

Numerous doctors came, but none could help against the deadly concoction. Everyone was worried. Swamiji was taken to another place by his devotees, but the doctors there could not help. By this time, Swamiji knew that his end was near. He said, “Lord, what a great game Thou hast played with me. My life is ending per Thy will. Thy will be done! My only request, O Lord, is that Thou take care of my children.” With the uttering of “Om” the great Rishi breathed his last breath. His only sound was “Om” as he left his body to the earth. This is how the great sages go.

O Aryans around the world, O noble souls around the world, listen to the message contained in our song. How can we fit the full glory of this Noble and Great sage into this container of a song? The extent of what Swamiji was and who he was cannot be told since we cannot fully represent his greatness in such a short time. Swamiji was a direct blessing from the Almighty Lord.

Swamiji was the most potent power of Raama’s armoury. Swamiji was a genius, a brilliant and awesome gift of God for the world. Swamiji was the voice, the lifeblood, the very breath and soul of Vedic Satya Sanatan Dharma.

Swamiji was a direct blessing from the ALmighty God. Swamiji was the most potent power of Raama’s armoury, Swamiji was a genius, a brilliant and awesome gift of God for the world. Swamiji was the voice, the lifeblood, the very breath and soul of Vedic Satya Sanatan Dharma. Be it Burma, Mauritius, Surinam, Fiji, Kenya, Guyana, Trinidad, Singapore, Uganda, or anywhere else, the flag of Aryans flies everywhere around the world with great pride and joy. In every Arya Samaj today, the smile of Maharishi Swami Dayanand Saraswati emanates. Today, Swamiji continues to smile through you.