Then those Brahmins spoke up: "Maharaj, what are you saying? Whatever order you give, we shall all act accordingly." Maharaj said, "One of you stay with us, and one of you with them. You shall take charge of the laddus; let him take a staff in his hand. If you should serve unfairly, favoring your own people over others, then he will strike you — do not raise complaint or anger over it."
Then cartloads filled with sweets were brought, drawn by young, strong men; the cook went about the rows, and thus the giver of life had everyone fed. Yet still the Brahmins did not give up their mischief, picking up sticks one by one. Then Maharaj said, "Kathis, all of you come mounted on horseback."
Everyone was given staves, and the Kathis came mounted on their horses; without any bullets being fired, many muskets were discharged there. With the blasts, sixteen fine grain-baskets were shattered; thinking the wicked meant to cause disruption, they themselves fell into disorder and confusion.
They were frightened by this false show of force: "Whoever rises while eating," they were told, "will certainly be struck — so understand this and stay seated." Thus, through skillful strategy, they were fed without allowing any disruption; in this fine manner did Maharaj bring the sacrifice to completion.
The next day, learned scholars and pandits were invited, and a debate was held in the public square, in which he was victorious. Lakhs of people gathered together, to behold the Lord with their own eyes; among them were thieves who had come intending to commit theft.
Having observed the whole gathering, they found everyone very much on guard; then they turned their attention to the horses, and thieves crept up to make their attempt. Having gone three days hungry and thirsty, having had no sleep in their eyes, they came to look at the horses, and there, at every horse, they saw Hari himself standing.
Then they fell at the Lord's feet, saying, "Show us mercy, compassionate one." Wherever they had planned to escape with their theft, there the compassionate one had placed obstacles. Then they became satsangis, and returned to their own homes. Thus, in many such ways, he performed his divine play.
To relieve his devotees' suffering, and to grant them the gift of his darshan, Hari moved about among the gathering, and would sometimes sit upon the upper floor. Once, upon the upper floor, Maha Prabhu lay down for a short rest with the door left unlatched. Unknowingly, someone came up, wandering carelessly onto the floor.
The giver of life awoke with a start, and Hari rose suddenly. "Who was near me?" he said, showing displeasure. He had been wearing many kinds of fine garments and abundant ornaments, adorning every part of his body, beautiful and golden. Rings on his fingers and golden bracelets, bangles and armlets shining; armbands, bracelets, and rings of many kinds, earrings shining brightly in his ears.
A golden necklace at his throat, a chain set with diamonds; adorned in ornaments over every limb, he had lain down to rest. Roused suddenly in such a state, by that intruding man, the Lord of the world grew angry at everyone because of this.
Then he removed his ornaments and flung them scattering about; he kept one cloth upon his body and cast aside all the rest together. No one dared approach him, and everyone felt afraid; seeing the giver of life displeased, many were greatly distressed.
Then Bhai Ramdasji went slowly, gradually, near him: "Maharaj, please put on your garments — show us this mercy." Then he put on his clothes, and, smiling, Prabhuji spoke again: "I had been quite displeased, but now it has all passed."
Then he summoned the Brahmins: "Prepare the meal quickly — lakhs of people will eat; why are you delaying so?" The Brahmins had all fallen asleep amid their labors, sleeping wherever they had settled; the Lord himself went and woke them one by one, taking each by the arm.
Then sweets were made to everyone's liking, and companies upon companies of Brahmins ate; the rows of diners seemed endless, and multitudes of Brahmins gathered. Provisions were given generously, though asked for in sixty, five hundred were given; in no way was there ever any shortfall in the arrangements.
Cries of acclaim rang out everywhere; food was given abundantly. The Brahmins bound themselves in mutual pledge: "Whatever we eat here is truly our own." Then the final oblation (purnahuti) was offered, and the sacrifice was completed without obstruction. With drums resounding grandly, his great and mighty power was made known.
Then, having assessed the Brahmins' learning, he gave them generous gifts and donations; having pleased the learned ones, he saw them off to their homes. Even after such expenditure, nothing ran short — lakhs of laddus remained over. Jaggery, ghee, and rich dal, and flour beyond counting remained.
Then it was asked of the Lord, "What shall we do with these remaining sweets?" "Give them out house by house in the village" — such was Hari's command. Then they began distributing, filling baskets with sweets repeatedly; giving them out, the supply never diminished — such fine laddus they were.
As they distributed, some still remained over, and these were cast into the water for the aquatic creatures. Maharaj gave permission for the sick and infirm sadhus to be given extra. Then he gave instruction to the whole gathering: "Go now, each to your own home. Observe the five vows, and worship the Lord in the proper manner."
Then he himself set off, amid cries of victory, having performed such divine play at Dabhan beyond all measure. He himself brought the sacrifice to completion on the full-moon day of the bright half of Posh. On that day the sacrifice was completed, performed fittingly in every respect.