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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 74

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Hasmukh Patadia

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Hari remained mostly at Gadhada, coming and going to other lands.

Sadhus wandered through every land, giving beneficial teaching.

They recalled the Beloved's divine play, discussing it among themselves.

The intoxication did not leave their bodies; they remained greatly happy and joyful.

On Ashtami and Ekadashi, on Fuldol and Diwali day, on Ramnavami and Vasant Panchami, everyone waited eagerly.

While waiting, the compassionate one came to Vartal, showing his grace.

Seeing the devotees' love, he gave them darshan again and again.

He wandered through every land, seeing every village.

Vartal, Dabhan, Jetalpur — these he made his own abodes.

The Beloved came on the eleventh day of the bright half of Kartik.

That day he held a festival at Jetalpur, calling all the sages there.

There, keeping vigil for four watch-periods, they sang the virtues of Govind.

Playing, singing garbis, the sadhus took much happiness.

He constantly performs ever-new divine play, meeting with the sadhus.

He purifies the earth truly with the dust of his feet.

Wherever Jivan wandered, there he did work for the devotees.

He wandered about to redeem countless souls, both sage and Maharaj.

As this continued, the fine month of Fagan arrived.

Eager to play the fine Holi, Hari's devotees rejoiced in their hearts.

Then Bhagwan spoke: 'Sadhus, find a beautiful place; seek out a village where we may hold Holi this year.' 'Again and again at Vartal we have held so many festivals; the satsangis have endured the burden greatly — blessed are those devotees, without doubt.' 'So seek out another location, all of you.'

The sadhus began to search, hearing the Beloved's words.

At Bamangam and Bochasan, the satsangis are fine indeed, but the arrangement of water and shade is nowhere as good as Vartal.'

The Beloved said: 'There is no other village like Vartal; in the midst of the satsang, this is a fine place.

Go there ahead of time, and prepare a fine gathering.

We shall come on this day,' said Maharaj. 'Again and again, year after year, the trouble is with the temporary pools; make permanent, sturdy pools this time, so the play will be fine and pleasant.'

Then permanent pools were made, and a platform was built.

A fine one was prepared for the Beloved to sit upon.

Then Shriji arrived and sat upon that platform.

Around him many devotees were seen, all happily having darshan.

Countless people gazed upon him, crowds of men and women.

Beautiful, dark Shyam shone like the moon amid a constellation of stars.

He gave great happiness to the devotees, and the compassionate one, showing grace, performed his divine play again and again to delight the people's minds.

As he had held the festival before, he held it again in the same way.

In great joy the Beloved played Holi, filled with color.

Cartloads of gulal were brought, and distributed to the sadhus.

Two pools were filled with two colors, for the devotees to play with Bhagwan.

Then the Beloved stood up and threw a handful of gulal.

The splendor of that moment cannot be described in words about the Beloved.

Then the companions made themselves ready, and a fine, real game began.

A great shower of color fell, and the sky turned a reddish hue.

Syringes were fired at each other in unison, all together.

Eyes could not be opened, as if heavy rain had come pouring.

They threw much red gulal, and the bracelets on their arms glittered.

Their sparkle seemed like lightning flashing in a cloud.

Drenched with joy, the companions shone, red in color.

To give the devotees joy, he performed such extraordinary sport.

Playing thus in color, two watch-periods passed.

Hari and his devotees, playing Holi, did not lose in the contest.

Then Nath clapped his hands at that moment: 'We have all won; now set down your syringes.'

Then the devotees, delighted, went to bathe in the water.

Dark Shyam, in fine colors, shone greatly in his body.

Having bathed, Nathji came back, and fed the devotees with love.

Then he himself served the assembly of sadhus with his own hand.

Amid cries of victory, Jivan came again to the edge of the city.

He came and sat under the tamarind tree, Hari and his devotees together.

There songs were sung and conversation held, many questions and answers exchanged.

Thus, until evening, the sadhus were given the happiness of darshan.

Then, joining hands, the devotees said: 'Sit on the swing, Hari; fulfill our heart's desire, Lord, out of grace.'

Then Bhagwan, being pleased, sat upon the swing, Hari.

The devotees placed a crown on Jivan, performing worship with devotion.

Fine garments and ornaments were placed upon Bhagwan.

A garland of flowers was offered around his neck, and fine tassels placed on him.

Then arti was performed, and with love they touched Nath's feet.

Then Hari swung on the swing, giving happiness to everyone present.

Thus, performing exceeding divine play, the treasure of grace delighted the minds of the people in many ways, the Beloved One.

Thus, having held the festival, Bhagwan went to Panchala.

All the sadhus and the assembly remained in the land of Gujarat.

With one tongue, how much of his infinite divine play can be told?

Even Shesh, Mahesh, and Sharada, though they speak, cannot tell it all.

He performed such boundless, immeasurable divine play on the full moon of Fagan Sud.

He performed this play at Vartal, brought about by the youth of Hari's devotees.

Thus, in the Bhaktachintamani composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the glorious Ekantik Dharma — the chapter on 'the festival held at Vadtal, playing in color' — the seventy-fourth chapter.

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