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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 3

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Hasmukh Patadia

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An excellent, exceedingly beautiful story -- I shall tell it at length; whoever gives their mind and listens shall cross over the ocean of worldly existence.

This story is like nectar -- whoever gives ear and listens, joy shall grow in every limb, and affliction and suffering shall be removed.

The pure deeds of the manifest Purushottam, I shall tell them in full purity -- whoever gives ear and listens, their intellect becomes clear.

His pure fame, his pure renown, his pure virtues are spoken of -- whoever speaks of them and hears them also becomes pure.

Pure is his greatness, pure his majesty, pure his radiance and glory -- whoever contemplates him day and night in their heart also becomes sinless.

Such a story is supremely excellent, of good understanding, and of the nature of happiness -- the more people hear it, the more incomparable it becomes.

As I undertake this story, great eagerness fills my whole being -- joy has overflowed within me; I do not know when I shall tell it in my excitement.

As a fasting person receives an invitation to nectar and cannot bear even a moment's delay before drinking, wondering when they may partake --

so it is within me -- how shall I tell of Hari's glory, with such longing in my heart? I wonder when I shall speak the Lord's deeds, so very excellent are they.

As one desiring a son obtains a son, as one desiring wealth obtains wealth, as a student obtains learning -- so has this story come to me.

Great joy is in my heart, and bliss has filled my being -- I shall now tell the beautiful deeds of Shri Hari with eagerness.

Blessed, blessed is the pure story and fame of the son of Dharma -- it removes suffering and grants happiness; good understanding arises upon hearing it.

This story is exceedingly incomparable; people of good understanding shall hear it -- but an unfortunate person, carrying his faults, shall burn and die without being set alight.

As a desert shrub, when it meets water, withers away entirely at the root, so shall the wicked, unfortunate one waste away in suffering because of this story.

As sugar is poison to a donkey, as milk-pudding makes a dog vomit, as jaggery does not please an ox, as ghee and sugar-candy kill vermin --

as eating dates causes suffering to one who is ill, and there is no remedy for it though it be a pleasant thing in itself, yet it becomes painful to the unfortunate one --

so to the unfortunate soul, the glory of Hari is like poison -- his mind clings to false things and holds enmity toward the truth.

As a leech upon the breast does not drink milk but drinks blood, so the unfortunate soul does not desire liberation but desires hell.

Know the unfortunate soul thus: to him the sweet made with gunpowder seems good, though the fuse is already lit and his life will fall away in an instant.

Saints and true scriptures together explain a great deal to him, but the unfortunate one gains no conviction and does the opposite of what is right.

He will not drink nectar even when urged, but drinks poison when warned against it -- like the moth that dies burning when it seizes the flame.

This story is not meant for such an unfortunate soul; for the benefit of the devotees of Hari, we shall tell the deeds of Hari.

Whose birth and deeds are divine -- I now begin that story; as I have seen and heard it, so shall I describe it.

I shall tell, in full, the excellent fame of the perfect Purushottam -- there are many other stories, but none is equal to this one.

For the devotees who worship the manifest Lord, this is wealth for hard days -- remembering it whether lying down or sitting, the impurity of the mind is erased.

Without accumulated merit, the connection with Hari's story does not come; only by great fortune is it obtained, and thereby the great disease of worldly existence is removed.

Countless souls are redeemed by hearing Hari's story with their ears -- this alone is truly essential for every man and woman.

Blessed, blessed indeed is the one of pure understanding who has love for Hari's story -- contemplating the deeds of Hari, affliction and suffering are removed along with it.

Knowing the disease of worldly existence to be otherwise incurable, let a person consider well -- there is, in truth, no other medicine for it.

Hari's story is a treasury of happiness -- know this for certain, O people; the true sage speaks a true message -- hear it and hold it, all of you, in your hearts.

All of you, gather and listen; I shall tell the story of Maharaj -- it is of no use to one who keeps bad company, but it is for the sake of the true devotees.

How the Lord appeared, in what land the merciful one appeared, in what village he incarnated, protector of his own people --

in what family he was born, for what purpose is this incarnation, and whatever deeds he performed -- I shall tell all this at length.

To overthrow the unrighteous, Shri Hari is reckoned exceedingly mighty -- I shall tell how he cut away the impurity of this age, how he destroyed the wicked.

In whatever way he cared for his own people, giving them abundant joy, wherever he performed his divine play, I shall tell of those beautiful places.

In whatever way he himself dwelt, in whatever way he kept his saints, in whatever way his devotees conducted themselves, men and women united with Hari --

however many souls Shri Hari redeemed by taking human form, whatever happiness he gave to people, I shall tell of it from within, as it truly was.

In whatever way he fulfilled the trust of his devotees, whether renunciate or householder, in whatever way people, having heeded his word, worshipped Bhagwan --

whatever powers he exercised, whatever authority he established, in whatever way he removed the age of Kali and prevented the company of the unrighteous --

All the deeds of Shyam are of matchless, incomparable savor -- the fortunate of good understanding shall hear them.

Whatever my eyes have seen, and whatever my ears have heard, those deeds I shall now tell -- listen, all of you, with full attention.

The greatness of Maharaj is so immense that to speak of it would take endless thought -- to convey it fully in every part, the mind grows faint even to attempt it.

To count the stars of the sky, to reach the far end of the north, to sound the depth of the void -- such is the thought this task calls to mind.

I am not capable of telling Hari's glory exactly as it is -- I shall tell the deeds as they arise within my heart.

Whether the order comes right or not, I make no fixed claim to that -- do not look for fault in this; listen, all of you, with love.

Thus ends the third chapter, named 'The Greatness of This Scripture,' in the Bhaktachintamani composed by the disciple Nishkulanand Muni of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the path of Ekantik Dharma.

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