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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 73

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Hasmukh Patadia

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Then the Beloved came to Vartal, staying there two days.

Then he set out for the Panchala region, the friend of the humble, compassionate to the humble.

All the sadhus remained in Gujarat, and spoke to the devotees ahead: 'Finish your household duties, for Maharaj will soon hold a festival.' 'Holi is coming in a few days, and the Lord will arrive riding a horse.'

Hearing this, the satsangi devotees made resolutions in their minds. 'Now, whenever the Lord calls, we shall all go together for darshan.'

One said, 'I shall have a costume made — a shawl, wrap, and golden turban.'

Another said, 'A brocade robe and fine lower garment, a fine golden-hemmed blanket.'

One said, 'I shall have rings, bangles, and bracelets made, fine ones of gold.'

Fine armlets and earrings, a beautiful woven chain-garland — one said, 'I shall have a girdle made, a crested ornament and a golden tassel.'

One said, 'I shall worship Nath, grinding sandalwood with my fine hands.'

One said, 'I shall perform the arti, bowing at his feet and making supplication.'

Thus the devotees made their resolutions, and then the month of Fagan arrived.

Invitations were sent to every land, for the festival of Fuldol (flower-swing festival).

Maharaj gave permission to the devotees: 'Prepare for play.

We shall come to Vartal early, five days before Holi.'

Then the sadhus arranged the gathering, to play with Hari with love.

Fine colors were prepared, and pools filled like the Yamuna and Ganga.

Fine syringes were prepared, for Hari and his devotees to play with when he came.

Arrangements were made in many ways, and then Maharaj himself arrived.

He came and gave the devotees darshan, and gazing on Nath the devotees took happiness.

He gave the devotees exceeding joy, the full moon himself arriving.

Hari came in a boat with his companions, disembarking at Jobanji's upper room.

Then all the sadhus were called, and many householder Sankhyayogis came.

Countless people gathered, and then Bhagwan came outside the city.

He gave darshan, the compassionate friend of the lowly, filled with great mercy and grace.

There the day of the festival arrived, and the playful one's mind was set on play.

Filling bags, he threw gulal, turning all the companions red.

Syringes full of colored liquid were fired, drenching the companions in color.

The companions shone in beautiful colors, as the Beloved played with great joy.

Then the companions made a swing, fine, splendid, beautiful and wide.

It shone incomparably at every one of its twelve gates, its latticework a wonder to see.

It shone magnificently with five peaks, resembling the celestial vehicle of Vaikunth.

Golden bouquets adorned it in crores, with many flower garlands hanging in rows.

The assembly of sages built it finely, and Maharaj sat upon such a swing.

Then a wise one placed a crown upon him, shining like the sun's radiance.

It gave boundless splendor, its rows of gems beyond counting.

Set with sapphires, rubies, and pearls, diamonds and jewels gave forth light.

Seeing the array of vajra and ruchak gems, in red, blue, and yellow hues, the jewels sparkled with light, as if sun and moon had risen.

Such fine jewels were set, crafted with great affection.

Such a crown Nath wore, and golden bracelets on both hands.

Rings on his fingers and arm-ornaments, dolphin-shaped earrings at his ears.

A crested ornament and golden tassel, a golden girdle bound at his waist.

On his chest he wore golden garlands, and countless garlands of flowers shone.

He applied a saffron tilak, which made him shine most beautifully.

Then the devotees performed arti, and cries of victory, victory arose greatly.

Countless devotees gathered there, standing with garlands of flowers in hand.

But how could they give it to the Lord, being unable to approach so resplendent a figure?

Their wishes were fulfilled by having the garlands taken on a stick with a hook.

Then, removing the crown from his head, he wore a beautiful golden turban.

He gave everyone darshan of it, delighting the minds of the devotees.

Then, to fulfill everyone's wish, beautiful Shyam swung on the swing.

The swing swayed with the wind's force, and, delighted, clouds rained there.

Celestial vehicles came and paused there, gandharvas sang his praises.

There the devotees cried victory, victory; thus Jivan performed his divine play.

Thus the night passed in joy, the sun rose and morning came.

Then the dark one made himself ready, and stayed to play with his companions.

Syringes sprayed in all four directions, a great crowd of gulal rose up.

The playful King rose in play, to give happiness to the sadhus.

They played facing each other, neither side yielding, and no one in between stopped them.

Thus the eager one played Holi, throwing a full bag of gulal.

Instruments played there — drums, kettledrums, cymbals, shehnai, and fine gongs.

Much rain of color fell, watched by the immortals mounted on their celestial vehicles.

Hari's devotees played with Hari, making both men and immortals blessed, blessed.

Then Bhagwan mounted his horse, taking all his companions along.

He moved through the assembly, giving darshan, delighting the minds of the people.

Thus the darling one performed his divine play, the charming one drenched in color.

Thus Bhagwan played with his companions, then set out to bathe.

Having bathed, Nath came to his lodging, where a meal tray was then prepared.

Jivan, the life-breath, ate himself, and had the devotees fed by insistence.

Then a row was arranged for the sadhus, and Giridhari came to serve.

The devotees ate as Jivan fed them; thus he performed his divine play for many days.

Having given such happiness in many ways, he then gave the sadhus his parting instruction.

Thus the Immortal One held this festival, brought about by Bapu Ranchhoddas.

He made Vartal renowned throughout the land; blessed is the devotion of that man and woman.

Jagjivan held this festival on the full moon day of Fagan Sud.

That day, having held this beautiful festival, Hari then came to Panchala.

Thus, in the Bhaktachintamani composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the glorious Ekantik Dharma, in the account of Shri Narayan — the chapter on 'Maharaj swung on the swing and displayed great majesty' — the seventy-third chapter.

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