The wise satsangis of the beautiful city of Surat — Prabhuji came there, dear to the people as the very life of their lives.
Then the merciful one departed from there and saw a large garden along the way; seeing the fine, beautiful place, with pure water flowing nearby, with groves of many kinds of creepers and trees, and other dwellings for the people to stay in — the imperishable one lodged there, and many devotees came for darshan.
They brought garlands and many kinds of worship offerings, coming like waves of the ocean; performing worship, they all fell at his feet: "Beloved, stay always within our hearts."
Thus many devotees offered praise, saying, "Welcome, Bhagwan — today you have shown us such grace, after so many days of promise fulfilled."
Hearing the devotees' words, he lovingly called them his own.
Then the people prepared a meal, and Bhagwan ate, seeing their devotion; many companions and sadhus ate as well, and then evening came and the day passed.
He stayed there happily that night; what did the abode of happiness do next?
Having slept, Jivanpran awoke, ready to bring about the salvation of many souls; the merciful one, ocean of compassion, protector of the humble, performed his daily rites.
Then Bhagwan rose from there and gave darshan to his devotees; the people then brought a palanquin, beautiful and wide, gleaming with mirrors, and the greatly renowned, Inner Knower, the Beloved, sat in it.
Instruments played abundantly ahead, and men and women ran for darshan.
The bearers walked slowly, and the people were overjoyed to see Nath.
Then the wise one went to a Shiva temple, to bring about the welfare of many souls.
Then the merciful one turned back, and the people said the meal was ready; the meal was nearby, and the imperishable one fed the people.
Then, with love, they worshipped Nath, dressing him in fine garments with their own hands; they applied sandal paste and abundant perfume, offered garlands, and performed the arti.
Then, standing before him with folded hands, they sang songs of victory; having worshipped Nath, they took the offering, and then Prabhuji came to his lodging.
There a beautiful tamarind tree gave dense and pleasant shade; there the greatly renowned, the Inner Knower, the Beloved, came and sat.
Bhagwan said to the sadhus, "Eat and get ready, all you sadhus — today we must go into the city, to give darshan to many people."
When the Beloved spoke thus, all the companions accepted it; the meal, already prepared, was eaten, and the sadhus made themselves ready.
As about four ghadi (roughly an hour and a half) passed, the head of the city came to meet him, named Ardeshar, an exceedingly wise Parsi man.
He came with great enthusiasm to invite him, accompanied by great scholars and pandits, bringing chariots, carts, palanquins, people on foot, and abundant instruments.
He came and fell at Prabhuji's feet, overjoyed at heart; then the Beloved bent down and embraced him warmly.
Nath said, "Are you well in body and mind?"
He said, "I am happy today at your darshan; for many days I awaited this, longing for your darshan, Beloved.
I have long besought you — today you have shown grace upon me.
Just as you have come today in this fine procession, so, Nath, come into the city; let all the men and women have darshan, that many souls may cross beyond worldly existence."
Nath said, "We shall go there gladly, though it is also very fine to stay here."
Then at once he mounted, and they proceeded into the city of Surat; ahead marched troops and countless foot soldiers, and thousands upon thousands of other people.
Various instruments played — drums, cymbals, gongs, and flutes, trumpets, horns, bugles, and clarions, and fine shehnais filled the air with sound.
Great kettledrums resounded, and the procession shone magnificently; it moved slowly, step by step, and captivated the minds of all who watched.
The beautiful, dark-hued one shone upon his fine horse, with his other fine companions riding alongside; he wore white trousers, and on his head a saffron-colored turban shone.
A devotee held a chowrie over him, and the imperishable one shone exceedingly beautiful; behind came many chariots, carts, and wagons, and the palanquins made a fine display.
Thus the great procession shone, as Maharaj went along with the sadhus; many other people went along with the wise one, moving like a surging ocean.
Dust rose and covered the sky, as if a great cloud-bank had risen.
In this way Prabhuji arrived, increasing the joy in people's hearts.
The beautiful Shyam came into the city, and men and women ran for darshan; they stood in great numbers in the markets, beyond any reckoning by the thousand or hundred-thousand.
Some climbed onto balconies and windows, some onto forts, houses, and alcoves; wearing blue, yellow, and red saris, they shone white like a garden of flowers.
Just as a row of celestial chariots appears in the sky, so did the men and women appear, climbed up high.
With folded hands the people said, "Victory, victory, Nath, blessed, blessed!
Welcome, our Lord — today we all have become sheltered."
Accepting their homage, Murari came to his lodging in a garden.
Then he sat upon the terrace, and countless people became sinless in his presence; giving darshan, the day drew to a close, and then Bhudhar prepared the meal.
Having eaten, the support of life slept; the night passed and morning came.
Then Jagjivan awoke and gave darshan to all his devotees.
Then a fine swing was brought, lovingly made by the devotee carpenter; the imperishable one sat upon it, and his own devotees were overjoyed.
There instruments played abundantly, and men and women cried out in praise; singers sang with melody, and the assembly of sadhus performed kirtan.
Thousands upon thousands of people came, and men and women had darshan; a fine meal was prepared, and the people were seated in rows and fed.
Great joy and celebration prevailed, and the days passed filled with delight.
As two days passed in this way, the town's ruler spoke, being pleased: "There are many sects and paths in this world, all bound to wealth and women.
But this one has renounced both wealth and wife, one whose devotion is fixed upon the Master.
There is no sadhu like this in the world — how may we have darshan of him?
Let him graciously come here, or else I must certainly go there."
Knowing the king's sentiment, Sarangapani himself went there.
The king received him with great honor and asked whatever questions were fitting to ask; the merciful one gave the answers, and the king, hearing them, was pleased.
Having explained the Uddhava tradition and its ways, the king wrote it down with great affection.
Then, having shown him great honor, Bhagwan was sent back with respect.
Another king who lived in the city — Prabhu went there as well, and he too showed him great honor, worshipping Bhagwan with heartfelt devotion, bringing perfumed sandalwood, rosewater, and abundant fragrant attar.
Having worshipped him, he then folded his hands, offered praise, and bowed his head, saying, "Welcome, Maharaj — today we all have become pure."
Having made this petition, the king then saw the merciful one off with honor; then, filling a tray, he brought a robe of honor and offered it to Hari at his lodging.
The next day, Ardeshar had Prabhu come to his own home; Maharaj, together with all the sadhus, came in a well-arranged assembly.
Lamps, torches, and glowing lanterns, many glass chandeliers shone brightly; in the middle a fine couch was arranged, and Vanmali was seated upon it.
Then the merciful one was worshipped, and after him the companions were worshipped as well; then questions and answers took place, and the sadhus performed kirtan.
Hearing it, all the people were pleased, and then Bhagwan departed from there.
Coming to his lodging, he stayed the night; having eaten in the morning, they made ready.
All the people came together to see him off, with great fanfare of music; slowly giving darshan, Bhagwan came outside the city.
He sat for two ghadi (about three quarters of an hour) in a lovely garden, and then presented Ardeshar with a turban.
Then at once he mounted and came to Koshal village.
He stayed the night, sitting in his chariot, eager to drive it himself; he became the charioteer, being wise, and made camp at Ankleshwar.
From there Nath crossed the Narmada, and then dispersed the company of sadhus; he himself came to Kelod village, stayed the night, and Shyam departed.
He came to Amod with grace, and Shrihari ate together with his companions; then, making preparations at once, he departed, ever for the good of the people.
The merciful one came to Kareli village and crossed the Mahi river; then he stayed the night at Badalpur, and departed from there the next morning.
The people of Khambhat came along the way, and he gave them darshan as he passed; from there Gopal came to Gudel, and there he himself prepared a delicious vegetable dish, ate it, and fed his own devotees; then Bhagwan departed from there.
Coming, he stayed the night at Dholera, and from there came to Kariyani.
Thus bringing about the welfare of many, Shyam, the wise one, came to Gadhada.
It was a fine year, on Ekadashi in the bright half of Magsar.
On that day he had gone to Surat, granting freedom from fear to many people; he achieved victory over the world, and the false gurus were left utterly defeated.