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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 80

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Hasmukh Patadia

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Then, foremost in the satsang, dwelling in Gadhada village, a devotee, greatly renunciant and ascetic, beloved of beautiful Shyam, began to ask with love: 'Nathji, listen.

You performed divine play and purified the entire land of Gujarat.

Now, Hari, show grace and hold a festival here too.

Let us have darshan of the satsangis and the sadhus.' 'Give us permission to prepare the materials for a feast.

An invitation for twenty days — let no one else share in this task.'

Then the Beloved spoke: 'It will be a great deal of trouble.

If you accept our word, prepare the materials with the help of two sisters together.'

Then, accepting Maharaj's instruction, much sugar-crystal and ghee was called for.

Sweets were prepared for the day after the new moon, delicious food prepared to everyone's liking.

Then invitations were sent to the sadhus, and the satsangis were called.

The sadhus, hearing this with their ears, came there at once.

Coming, they touched the Lord's feet, gazing with full eyes.

Then he met with all the sadhus, with great affection.

With great love he then called the sadhus, speaking with a smile, saying, 'Welcome, sadhus, you have come.'

Then food was prepared continuously — sweet laddus and pearl-like sweets to everyone's liking, syrupy jalebis, and other sweets beyond description.

The Paramhansas sat in rows, and Hari himself served.

The devotees ate, Jivan himself serving, feeding them by insistence.

Placing his hand on their heads, he gave them their favorite sweets.

He gave jalebis to the devotees, and they ate in happiness.

Fine, delicious vegetable dishes of eggplant and vadi.

Fine curries and raitas were served abundantly in the rows.

Fried snacks, gathiya, and fulvadi were served in turns.

Filled bhajiyas of gram flour, and vadi upon vadi were passed around.

Pure urad-dal papads, and pickles of ginger and mango.

Food and dishes, filled with devotion, the Beloved gave in abundance.

Milk and yogurt in a second course were also served in the rows.

Again and again he urged them to eat more, Hari coming even at arti time.

Each day's meal became finer than the last, newly prepared each time.

And as the devotees fed the people, they became pleased in a fine way.

Thus for twenty days he fed his own devotees.

He gave the sadhus great happiness, giving them the gift of darshan.

Day after day he told new stories, showing grace continually.

All the devotees became delighted, Hari speaking with a beautiful voice.

On a fine upper terrace the playful one would go and sit each day.

Giving darshan to men and women devotees, he delighted them.

Wearing fine, beautiful garments, richly golden and splendid.

Shawls, blankets, turbans, and robes, fine ones of saffron color.

Countless garlands of flowers the devotees brought with love.

They placed them around the Beloved's neck with great devotion.

Then Hari stood and performed the arti, clapping his hands.

Seeing the Beloved's charming gestures, the devotees kept the memory with them.

Thus, giving happiness, twenty days passed.

Having darshan of the compassionate one, all the sadhus became happy.

As this continued, the festival of Fuldol arrived.

For the playful one to play, an immeasurable color was brought.

Dark Shyam, with his companions, prepared to play in a fine manner.

For each and every one, different syringes were prepared with love.

Then fine color was called for, and the Beloved stood in the courtyard.

Dark Shyam poured color upon his companions from a fine pot.

Many syringes fired, and abundant gulal rose up.

A crowd gathered in the sky, and the game of the sage-king began.

The playful one became dyed in color, shining greatly in his limbs.

The companions forgot themselves entirely, playing with the playful one.

Instruments played abundantly, and the immortals came to watch with joy.

The devotees cried victory, victory, as Shyam played with his group of companions.

In fine color his reddish face shone, the Beloved's countenance.

It seemed as though a bee hovered over a lotus, his eyebrows shining greatly.

Thus the playful Beloved shone, drenched in delight.

The charming, playful stream of color dwelt in the people's hearts.

He played in color with his companions, great joy in every limb.

That moment's splendor — how much can a poet describe with words?

Then, having stopped the play, the Beloved went to the river to bathe.

Seeing such divine play, one could never think of him as ordinary.

Whoever takes his name becomes free of fault, and whoever has his darshan has misdeeds dispelled.

Past sins are destroyed in whoever hears of his fame.

Whoever has seen his divine play — how shall I speak of their fortune?

In the three worlds there is none equal to him — how much more can be said?

Such was Jivan, and he then bathed in the water.

Dark Shyam, with his companions, shone greatly in body.

Then, having bathed, the Beloved came to his seat.

A fine meal had been prepared and kept in vessels.

Jivan ate skillfully with the devotees, and Hari played Holi in color.

Blessed, blessed is Gadhada village, where the darling one performed his divine play.

Thus the Beloved performed this divine play on the full moon day of Fagan Sud.

That day the festival was held, brought about by the fine devotees Jaya and Lalita.

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 'playing in color' — the eightieth chapter.

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