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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 93

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Hasmukh Patadia

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As we regard the Gomati, so is the village of Arambhda regarded; the island too is no different — I know it as the abode of the sinful, of all three .

Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, and Shudras — all extort money there; men and women alike are ready to take a person's very life for money.

Without money there is no darshan at all.

Giving up hope, the sadhu resolved within himself this discernment: "The Inner Knower himself will grant darshan, knowing me as his own devotee."

Sitting in a firm posture, the sadhu held faith in his mind.

Then the sadhu sat in firm meditation and began unbroken worship with single-minded devotion.

He was himself deeply focused, and within his heart he beheld Hari's form; yet, because his guru had given this instruction, he wished to have the darshan as commanded.

He fasted there for four days, and gave up even the support of water.

With folded hands before Hari, the sadhu offered praise and begged for darshan: "O Jaykrishna, be pleased today, grant me darshan, Maharaj.

Victory to the Lord of the Yadus, worshipped by the world, victory to the Lord of Rukmini, the King; victory to the Master of Shiva and Brahma, victory — thus the gods themselves sing your praise.

You are known as the very support of fame, devotion, and true dharma; knowing me poor and helpless, O Lord of Dwarkamati, show me your grace and mercy.

You rescued your devotees before, destroying the demonic; you saved Draupadi's honor eternally, coming at once, leaving Garuda behind.

When the wicked dragged her by the hair unjustly, you restored her hair; and when Durvasa came to curse the Pandavas, bringing his disciples along, you rescued the Pandavas through that, satisfying them all by eating a mere leaf of vegetable.

You brought the Parijat tree from heaven, pleasing Queen Satyabhama.

You slew Bhaumasura and accomplished that task, humbling the pride of Indra, lord of gods.

Doing many other great deeds, Maharaj, you rescued your devotees before their eyes.

I, an Uddhava follower, have taken your refuge, and made countless efforts — why do you not grant darshan?

O King Ranchhod, be pleased.

How can such hard-heartedness come upon you — I wonder about this in my mind.

You had Vasudev and Devaki imprisoned, then performed your pastimes, coming to Gokul; you kept them bound twelve years in prison — the whole world knows this.

Even then, did you not feel compassion?

Have you, O Enchanter, still not abandoned that same nature?

You held such great love for the gopis, yet left them and came here, abandoning them weeping and wandering in the forest — you showed them no mercy either.

Your mind has not changed even now — how, then, will you hear my petition?

Moreover, you destroyed your own clan and came here, subdued, imperishable one.

Knowing the Yadavas to be a burden on the earth, you destroyed both great and small — that same impulse still governs your mind; that is why you now afflict your own devotees.

You let your own people suffer at the hands of the wicked — how, then, are you called the friend of the helpless?

The wealthy give many a shove, and constantly torment the poor.

Lord, if your own devotees are renunciants, where would they get money from?

You do nothing to support them, yet you are called the friend of the poor.

You are the wealth of the penniless, Maharaj, and are also called the protector of the poor; you are the Lord of the helpless, Bhagwan — why then do your ears not hear my petition?

You hold Uddhava exceedingly dear, and I am a sadhu of his tradition; whatever I am, Nath, I am still yours — Beloved, do not forget me.

Even if a child becomes wayward, still the father does not abandon that child."

Saying this, he held his meditation, and beheld Bhagwan within his heart.

Knowing the distress of the distressed one, Sarangapani met the sadhu.

On the eleventh day of the dark half of Magh, that night, he was pleased with the sadhu; Nath gave him darshan within his heart, with Lakshmi and Satyabhama beside him.

Lit with the brilliance of a million suns, Uddhava and Satyaki waved the chowrie; Arjuna held a golden umbrella over him, and his exquisite form captivated the sadhu's mind.

His body was dark blue like a fresh rain cloud — thus did the sadhu behold him.

Having seen the Inner Knower within, his joy grew and his pain vanished.

Then, graciously, Bhagwan spoke: "Sadhu, ask, ask for a boon; whatever you ask of me, I shall grant it with even greater joy."

Saying this, he vanished, and the sadhu awoke at once from his meditation.

Rising in agitation, he went outside, and there beheld Murari himself, exactly as before — richly adorned with garments and ornaments, a crown of great splendor upon his head, a garland of pearls of enchanting beauty about his neck, his radiant face shining like the moon, with the four weapons in his four arms — conch, discus, mace, and lotus.

Bearing these weapons in his hands, the Lord of Dwarka gave darshan; and, seeing the sadhu overwhelmed with love, Nath, moved by his suffering, was touched.

Then the Beloved bent down with deep affection and embraced the sadhu to his heart.

The Beloved said, "Whatever you hold dear, ask, ask, great sadhu, and I shall grant it."

The sadhu said, "Victory, auspicious form, Lord of the Yadus — I shall never let go of you from my heart.

You are an ocean of compassion; granting darshan, you have removed my suffering and distress.

Now, greatly renowned one, I ask this — listen, my Lord, with your heart.

Our guru gave this command: that renunciants and householders alike should take up his teaching, and must complete the pilgrimage of Dwarka — this is his present instruction.

The sadhu said, 'If householders bring wealth, how will renunciants perform the pilgrimage?

Let me tell you what befell me, for by this same custom thousands of people suffer.

At the Gomati they refused to let me bathe, and would not give me the mark either.

I fasted eleven days, and then you met me, Murari.

Those who sit there to take money would not give money for a renunciant to receive it.

So I ask this, holding it in mind: let it be arranged so that pilgrimage becomes possible for all."

Then Nath spoke thoughtfully, and gave this beneficial word for all: "Sadhu, believe my words as true — I shall fulfill your every wish.

Those greedy, merciless dwellers at the pilgrimage sites plunder wealth and oppress my people; for this reason I shall come to Vartal, and bring every pilgrimage site along with me.

I shall dwell in the image of Lakshmi-Narayan," said the Lord of the Yadus.

"I shall bring the mark of the Gomati along, and grant darshan to both renunciants and householders; all will receive darshan there — now there is no need to stay here even a moment longer.

Believe my true words, sadhu — it is very good that you came.

Now go from here happily; your companions await you at the Gomati."

Having said this to the sadhu, Bhagwan then vanished.

The sadhu thought within himself: this darshan came through my guru's grace.

Then, joyfully, the sadhu turned back and met the people of Ayodhya.

They asked one another for news, and the great sadhu told them what he could and what he could not tell.

It was the twelfth day; he broke his fast and stayed the night there.

Morning came, and all set out, remembering Dwarka again and again.

When all lay down at night, distressed at heart, they would see Krishna in their dreams, as if Maharaj were traveling along with them, bringing the whole company.

Thus receiving darshan every day, they all came to Gadhada.

At the evening hour, Shyam was seated in the assembly, the abode of happiness for the sadhus.

There he came and offered his prostration; Nath lovingly called him near: "You went and returned well from Dwarkamati — blessed, blessed is your devotion."

Then the great sadhu himself spoke: "By your grace we returned safely.

The suffering of the bathing and the mark and the darshan — how can it be told by mouth?"

Hearing this, the renunciants grew despondent: "How, then, shall we go there?"

But when he told of the boon granted, all the renunciants were then delighted.

Hearing this, the guru honored him: "You are a fortunate sadhu indeed."

The sadhu said, "It is by your grace — now come quickly to Vartal."

Swami, being pleased, said, "It is settled that I shall go to Vartal."

The festival of Fuldol, on the full-moon day of the bright half of Fagun, was the day to arrive by.

Renunciants, householders, women and men — letters were written and they were all invited.

That night everyone meditated upon him, and all the sadhus slept in joy.

In their dreams they beheld the beloved darling, going to Vartal together with Rama .

They spoke to one another the next morning, telling their guru of the dream.

Swami said, "It is a true and good vision — prepare to go to Vartal."

All the assembly of people set out on the seventh day, Swami Sahajanand from Gadhada.

Making grand preparations for the festival, he took a mounted procession with him; holding the reins in his left hand, he took many warriors along.

The horse was adorned in golden trappings, and Maharaj wore white garments; he applied saffron and vermillion tilak, and his wondrous form captivated the people's hearts.

At each stage of the journey they made camp, and the whole company stayed outside each village.

From Kundal, past Khasta and Boru, from Sinjivada they went to Vartal.

On the eleventh day of the bright fortnight they arrived at Vartal, Nath bringing the dark-hued companions with him.

That same day the Lord of Dwarka arrived too, bringing Queen Rukmini with him.

In the form of Lakshmi-Narayan, Krishna gave darshan to people of many lands; Ranchhod came from Dwarka and settled at Vartal, delighting the hearts of the people.

A grand Fuldol festival was held, and the disciple Swami worshipped Murari.

From the day Nath departed from Dwarka, all the gods and pilgrimage sites came with him.

There is a beautiful lake called Dhaar; Krishna said, "Let the Gomati remain there."

The other gods and pilgrimage sites settled around it, and the Beloved made his dwelling at Vartal.

The Lord of Dwarka said in a dream, "Stamp my weapons upon the hand as the mark."

By this word, the mark was given at Vartal, and men and women all became blessed.

On Ramnavami worship was performed, and on Vimala Ekadashi Hari was worshipped; there the people cried out "victory, victory," and the wicked burned with envy at the sight.

Thus new pastimes occur continually — how can a poet tell them with a single voice?

Nath sits daily at the lake, taking the sadhus and satsangis with him; there questions and answers take place, and many people have darshan.

Instruments played there abundantly, and people brought worship offerings again and again.

Taking a syringe of color in hand, Hari played with his companions; and giving his command, the imperishable one said, "Sing garba, play the raas, all you people."

All the satsangis sang together, and, seeing it, the Beloved was very pleased.

When Maharaj came to his lodging, he had bricks carried for the temple's construction.

One day, pleased, Nath embraced the sadhus warmly with both arms; he also fed the people himself — this cannot be measured or told.

Thus he performed pastimes for many days, and, seeing him, the people were delighted; a month-long festival was held, fulfilling the heartfelt wishes of his devotees.

Then Prabhuji departed from there and came to Gadhada, increasing the joy there; it was a fine year, on Ekadashi in the bright half of Chaitra.

On that day the festival was held, when the Lord of Dwarka came to Vartal — a true event witnessed with one's own eyes, and it is sweet indeed to the devotees of Hari.

Shree Swaminarayan Temple, Bhuj-Kutch / Vadtal Gadi, AI-translated, unverified · Source details