Then all the sadhus set out together, the assembly of the great liberated ones.
They all went into the land of Gujarat, and stayed in various towns to study.
All the satsangis went to their homes, and all became happy in many ways.
Having seen the divine plays, an intoxication rose in them that would not leave anyone.
When they discussed among themselves, their talk would become filled with that same intoxication.
In everyone's mind a wave of color rose, an immeasurable exhilaration came within.
It seemed as though liberation had become manifest, with no need to defer such talk to later.
There were signs and proofs by the thousands, known to the devotees though the world did not know them.
Whoever is called by the name satsangi, and observes and keeps the five vows, remains happy always, in this world and the next.
When the time of death of this body comes, then the compassionate one comes to fetch that person.
A chariot, palanquin, celestial vehicle, or horse — the soul leaves the body greatly rejoicing.
He says, Nath has come to fetch me, I am going along with Maharaj.
Take my beneficial words to heart, all of you, and worship the Master.
Saying this he leaves the body, and all recognize him as a true satsangi.
Even some of bad company come to know it, for the vision becomes manifestly evident.
When someone of bad company dies, seeing with their own eyes the servants of Yama, seeing the hand of Yama as they go, the person of bad company then understands and becomes a satsangi.
Thus satsang kept growing, and seeing this way, color rose in the heart.
Sadhus would come and have long conversations, and hearing them people became delighted.
Moreover, those who meet the manifest Purushottam himself, their sadhus are complete in the five vows — before this, others are incomplete.
Such sadhus, the crown jewels among sadhus, wander through lands and regions, whose limbs are obedient to command, who never break a word given.
To them this promise was given: go and meet the sadhus in time.
If you are able to come, we shall come; otherwise do not bathe in the Narmada.
Having given the sadhus such a command, it was then understood that many sinners had multiplied.
Then command was given to Time, and many sinful souls perished in various ways.
He himself remained hidden for a long while; Time did the work of Time.
He himself took the guise of an ascetic, remained concealed, and grew his hair long.
He wore a wrap and covered himself with a blanket, his fine hair adorning his head.
Wearing a cap that added to his splendor, that dark form was very robust.
He remained hidden, unknown to any person, giving darshan to his devotees only in solitude.
Thus many days passed, and no one could recognize him.
Then the month of spring (Vasant) arrived; hearing of spring, the devotees remembered him.
Then the compassionate one said, go, call the sadhus at once.
Word went out and the sadhus came, the beloved one being pleased to play the spring festival.
Wearing garments of gold brocade, Jivan brought much delight to the people.
The sadhus came and embraced him fully, gazing on Nath with nectar-filled eyes.
The devotees, thirsty for many days, became satisfied seeing the Immortal One.
Then Nath said, listen, devotees, the month of Fagan is passing.
Sing the spring songs and make a great commotion; such an occasion does not come every day.
Prepare the gathering for play, so said the King, being pleased.
Then the sadhus made the arrangements, eager to play Holi with Hari.
Then fine colors were prepared — kesu, saffron, kasumbo, and pink — and vessels, cauldrons, and pots were filled, along with jars, pitchers, and pots.
Oil, gulal, and abir were brought, and the brave companions made themselves ready.
Then Nath said, listen, people, become my companions and make me pleased.
Then he took ten or twenty companions and formed two equal groups.
The companions of the Sankhyayogi type were with Shyam, and they took golden syringes in hand.
Then color was called for and brought near, and the Immortal One filled his syringe.
He sprinkled each one on the head, then Nath threw gulal.
All the companions became drenched in color, and then an immeasurable game began.
Syringes were released in great streams, and they seized and rolled each other in color.
They threw abir and gulal upon each other, so that all the companions turned red.
Drums and kettledrums resounded, and cymbals and gongs clashed.
The soaked groups played Holi, matched group against group.
Color was thrown upon Nath too, making his beautiful body shine all the more.
All the garments on their bodies became dyed, white and red turned into one color.
His face was red, his eyes lotus-like, shining beautifully and giving happiness.
His teeth shone like a smiling row, more radiant than a pomegranate bud.
A fine turban-cloth was tied at his forehead; his waist was girded with a lovely sash.
Through the loosened knot his chest could be seen, whose beauty cannot be described.
He wore rings and bracelets on his hands, and played Holi with his companions.
In this rivalry no one lost, and no one in between tried to stop them.
Playing thus, two watch-periods passed, noon ended and the shadows lengthened.
Then Nath clapped his hands and began a melodious chant of the Name.
Making this chant, the beloved one said, let us all go bathe in the river.
Then he himself mounted a horse, with the whole group of companions alongside.
Nath entered the water to bathe, and all bathed together with Shyam.
Having bathed, Nath came out onto the bank, and made there a moon-mark of vermilion.
Then he mounted his horse again, and Maharaj came into the middle of the village.
Then all the sadhus came, and food was prepared and they were called to eat.
He himself served with his own hand, and thus Nath fed the people.
In every way he made the sadhus happy, performing extraordinary and boundless divine acts.
The sadhus stayed there for ten days, then he himself went to see them off.
As far as Kariyani and Kundal village he himself, Shyam, came along.
Then having given everyone his parting instruction, Hari himself turned back.
Such a gathering was made for Jivan, on the full moon day of Fagan Sud.
That day they played Holi at Gadhada, and the assembly of sadhus became happy.
Thus, in the Bhaktachintamani composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the glorious Ekantik Dharma, in the account of Shri Hari — the chapter on 'the Holi festival held at Gadhada' — the sixty-fifth chapter.