Then Bhagwan spoke: 'We have performed many divine plays; now, year after year, we shall hold one great festival.
Holi, Diwali, and Ashtami; Ramnavami and Shivratri; Jaya, Vijaya Ekadashi, Papmochani, and Dhatri (Amalaki Ekadashi) — on these days we have held festivals, calling the devotees there.
Now come without being called, on the day of Prabodhini Ekadashi.
The eleventh day of the bright half of Kartik is called Prabodhini; on that day let all satsangis and sadhus come to Vadtal village.'
Hearing this with their ears, devotees set out from every land.
Brahmacharis, sadhus, and sannyasis came for the festival.
From the eastern land, from the Ayodhya region, countless devotees came.
From Kashi and Mithila regions came sadhus from the Gangasagar area.
From the Sonbhadra region, from the Prayag region, devotees came, going from Purushottampuri to have darshan.
In the Mathura-Vrindavan region, those souls seeking liberation, from Avanti city, came to see the beloved with their own eyes.
From the northern region came those from Kashmir and Kurukshetra; from the Haridwar-Pushkar region came those from the sacred Abu mountain.
From the Marudesh and Siddhapada regions, and many other lands, men and women all came to have darshan of the compassionate one.
From the western region came those serving from the Sindh region; from Kachchh, Vagad, Valak, and Saurashtra came the residents of Panchala.
From Saubhir, Abhir, and Halar, wherever devotees were, all came to have darshan of Hari.
From the southern region, devotees came for darshan with great enthusiasm; from Setubandh Rameshwar, from Venkatadri and Shrirang they came.
From the Padmanabh region, from the Malayadri region they gathered; from the Shiv-Vishnu-Kanchi region, and from the Dandakaranya region too.
From the Vindhyachal region, and from the banks of the Tapati and Narmada, all came from their respective lands, chanting the name of Narayan.
Some hitched carts, some had chariots and palanquins.
Some rode horses, others came together on foot.
Young, youthful, elderly, and women — no one remained holding back at home.
For darshan of Narayan came people of all four varnas and four ashramas.
Between the Mahi, Sabarmati, and Vatrak rivers lies the fine region of Charotar.
Trees of every kind grow there, always in flower and fruit.
Mango, kadamba, udumbar, and fine tamarind and imli trees.
Mahuda trees, fine bakul and bili trees, coconut and custard-apple trees shine there.
Peepal, banyan, guli, and pipla trees, jambu, lemon, and guava trees.
Fine rayan and rohida trees, kothi, kotim, and banana trees.
Saffron, oleander, and screw-pine flowers, with fine shade of ashoka trees.
Beautiful, lovely trees — their varieties cannot be counted.
Flowering vines blossomed there, each more abundant than the other.
Champa, chameli, roses, gehera flowers — how can I describe their beauty?
Dense forest shade abounded, with vines hanging down.
It seemed as if the forest itself had been arranged to delight the people's minds.
There cranes, swans, parrots, and mynahs, cuckoos, all made their calls of joy.
Peacocks, chakoras, chatakas, and chakvas spoke with sweet voices.
There were beautiful lakes and rivers, and many wells and step-wells.
Pure water, inexhaustibly filled, where there was never a shortage of water.
In such a fine land, in the midst of it lies Vadtal village.
Having held many festivals there, Hari made it his own abode.
There all the satsangis, bringing their groups, encamped.
To see Narayan, their hearts filled with great joy.
Some encamped by lakes and wells, some in village homes.
Some encamped by trees and step-wells, and some in gardens and forests.
All around, in the fields, there was no room for more people.
Singing songs of Govind, cries of victory, victory resounded.
They asked each other: 'When will the Beloved come?
When we see the Lord of the world, then our eyes will bear fruit.
We shall gaze upon Shyam's beautiful form from head to toe; beholding every limb, our hearts will rejoice greatly.
We shall see the upward line, the eight-pointed mark, the jambu and barley marks when we look.
Seeing the flag, lotus, and thunderbolt marks, our inner happiness will then arise.
The auspicious mark and the goad, we shall see on his right foot.
Seeing these nine signs, we shall then consider our birth fruitful.'
On the left foot they would behold the fish, triangle, pot, and sky marks; seeing the bow and cow's-foot mark, happiness would arise on seeing the moon-mark.
Fine heels and toes, lines and nails on the feet, seeing the ankles, calves, and knees, two marks also on the left side.
Thighs like an elephant's trunk, a deep and profound navel, a chest like a tamala tree — when shall we see that beautiful, charming form?
A neck like a conch, beautifully fine, arms like an elephant's trunk.
His lotus-like hands glowing red, with curled, curved fingers.
Wondrous hands, arms reaching to the knees, we shall see when we look at his nails.
Seeing the mole on his fine neck, happiness would arise in the heart.
Seeing his chin, lips, and teeth, we shall consider it in our eyes.
Seeing the mole near his nose, our heart's wish will be fulfilled.
Lotus-like eyes, beautiful, a mole on his left ear too.
Contemplating the mark of his eyebrows and forehead, all sorrow will be dispelled.
On his head a fine tuft of hair, we shall see it, gazing with our eyes.
Such a form we shall behold; the Beloved will call to us with sweet words.'
Thus they spoke among themselves: 'When will the Beloved come, giving darshan to his devotees, calling everyone with love?'
They waited for the Beloved, looking toward the direction of his approach.
To meet Mohanji, all the devotees' hearts hastened within.
Whenever they heard a loud sound, they thought the Lord of the world had come.
To behold Nathji, their hearts were exceedingly eager.
Thus, in the Bhaktachintamani composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the glorious Ekantik Dharma — the chapter on 'all of Hari's devotees came for darshan of Maharaj' — the seventy-eighth chapter.