Having performed such extraordinary divine play, he then gave the sadhus his parting instruction.
The sadhus went off to Gujarat, telling of the beautiful divine play.
Eating, drinking, sleeping and dreaming, they contemplated the divine play in their minds.
When the devotees woke from sleep, they would say, blessed, blessed, how is Nath!
In waking, dreaming, and deep sleep, without the Lord nothing else came to mind.
Whatever divine acts Bhagwan performed, the sadhus contemplated them daily in meditation.
When a devotee sits in meditation, seeing his form, he becomes delighted.
Sometimes they see him dressed in golden brocade, in shawls, in a wrap of saffron color.
Sometimes they see him blossoming among flowers, sometimes they see him reddened in color.
Sometimes they see him throwing gulal, playing with a syringe in hand.
Sometimes they see him mounted on horseback, sometimes wearing a swaying garland.
Sometimes they see him moving among the rows of diners, taking sweets and asking after everyone's wish.
Sometimes they see him anointed with sandalwood, sometimes they see him swinging on the swing.
Sometimes they see him with a garland of camphor, sometimes they see him worshipped by devotees.
Thus, in many ways, the charming, playful and beautiful one appears in meditation.
They talk among themselves of this, and hearing it the sadhus remain joyful.
As some days passed thus, the Lord himself came.
The Beloved came to Vartal, and sadhus were called from village after village.
Coming, they touched the Lord's feet; gazing at Nath they could not be satisfied.
Some pressed his hand in theirs, some grasped his feet and pressed them to their chest.
Some drank the water that had washed his feet, and Bhagwan watched the devotion of the devotees.
Beautifully he sat wrapped in a fine wool blanket upon the seat, the compassionate one.
With affection he looked upon everyone, casting a nectar-like gaze.
Then Pranjivan spoke: here mother, there is no lack of devotees.
Let us all go to the edge of the city, so all men and women may have darshan.
Then, seeing a beautiful tamarind tree, shady and lovely, Vanmali came and sat there.
There the devotees set up a seat and saw him seated.
All who came for darshan gazed only upon Nath.
Whoever came for darshan brought some flower, leaf, or fruit.
They placed it before Maharaj, then joined hands and touched his feet.
They said, welcome Bhagwan, you have given us the gift of darshan.
Thus the devotees offered praise, and two watch-periods passed.
Then the support of life-breath spoke: the food is not ready yet.
Then, having looked, a devotee came: Maharaj, come, the food is ready.
Then Pranjivan went, taking his companions and the sadhus with him.
There an exceptional feast (Annakot) was prepared, and the Lord of life ate skillfully.
Then a row was made for the sadhus, and the Lord served in many ways.
He went through the rows five times, and the sadhus ate amid cries of victory.
Then he came again to the tamarind tree and sat upon the seat.
There many questions and answers were exchanged, and the sadhus took happiness according to their own hearts.
In the evening the whole city was decorated with lamps, exceedingly beautiful and vast.
Arches and battlements were made splendid, where beautiful lamps shone.
Two trees of lamps were made, and their splendor was seen by many.
Maharaj himself sat in the middle, to give darshan to his devotees.
Seeing him, the devotees became delighted, all saying, blessed, blessed is the Lord.
Joy overflowed the mind, and then kirtans began to be sung.
Garbis were sung, raas was danced, and the devotees were seen whirling.
Seeing this, the Beloved rose and came eagerly to join the play.
He played, moving among them, thus performing his divine play, darling one.
He constantly does new, wondrous things — how can it be fully told?
Satsangi men and women came, bringing worship offerings and worshipping the Beloved.
One day Hari fed the devotees, having performed worship with great love.
He was dressed in a fine lower garment, shining with gold brocade in the style of a robe.
His head was bound with a golden turban, whose beauty cannot be described.
Then he mounted his horse, with thousands upon thousands of companions along.
Then he went to Bamroli village to give darshan to beautiful Shyam.
Giving darshan, he cut away their sorrows, giving extraordinary happiness.
The devotees said, welcome has Hari come — they showered him with gold and silver flowers.
Then the sadhu was worshipped with love, and a plate filled with pearls was showered upon him.
There, on a beautiful and lovely queen's seat, Vanmali sat upon a swing.
The sadhus sang and rejoiced, thus giving boundless happiness.
Then he mounted his horse and saw a beautiful piece of land there.
There he eagerly rode the horse, most swiftly, the Beloved One.
The horse ran so fast it seemed to fly on wings, so it appeared to the devotees' eyes.
Then, riding gently, the Beloved came to Vartal.
Coming, he sat in the shade of a tamarind tree, and all the sadhus also came there.
Many other devotees came, bringing worship offerings and garlands of flowers.
Others brought fine sweets, and offered plates before Nath.
Seeing the fine, lovely sweets, they seemed exceedingly delightful toys.
Seeing this, the pure and discerning devotees threw them from a distance to him.
He would refuse, putting his hand up to stop them, yet they would not stop giving.
Seeing this the devotees laughed much, delighted at seeing this divine play.
Thus performing boundless plays, the ocean of happiness, the support of life.
The next day he went to Valasan to give darshan, the refuge of the refugeless.
All the sadhus were with him, and Nath himself rode on horseback.
Singing and talking, the devotees brought the Lord to their own homes in a fine way.
A swing was tied and Hari was seated, and then worship was performed with great affection.
Then Jivan the life-breath was fed, and all the wise sadhus were fed.
Giving darshan, the compassionate one moved on, the assembly of sadhus shining around him.
The next day he went to another village, where a devotee named Valotvu lived.
There he gave the devotees darshan, cutting away their sins and bringing about their well-being.
Having eaten, Jivan moved on, increasing the joy in the devotees' minds.
Thus he performs boundless divine plays — who can find their limit?
Therefore I have told briefly, only as much as came to my knowledge.
Such divine play the Immortal One performed, on the new-moon day of the dark half of Aso.
That day he performed divine play at Vartal, the happiness-giving, beautiful Beloved One.
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 'arriving at Vartal and being welcomed with flowers' — the sixty-ninth chapter.\n\n\n\n