After that, listen, all of you with steady minds, to what happened next: the demons and the powerful ones of this world gathered together and troubled the devotees of Hari.
The wicked conspired together, intent on destroying the devotees of Hari; but Hari gave true aid to his devotees in the actual battlefield.
The wicked were crushed in that battle; the demon-lord, exceedingly fierce, along with two hundred and twelve of his men, fled at once.
The burden of the earth was lifted on the tenth day of the bright half of Shravan — that day the demons were slain by the devotees of Hari, through Hari's own will.
Then the day of Ashtami arrived, and the sadhus were called for the festival; all the satsangis came together, hearing of the Ashtami celebration.
They came and fell at Prabhuji's feet, and Nath could not have his fill of seeing them.
The Beloved called them with sweet words, and looked upon them again with nectar-filled eyes; through this, the people's suffering dissolved, and the Beloved himself was happy.
Then the Ashtami festival was held, giving joy to all the people.
Then he went on to Vartal, to perform extraordinary pastimes there.
Hearing of it, all the satsangis came, and many other people besides.
They came and fell at Prabhuji's feet, and, having darshan, were pleased.
The Beloved spoke ever-new words daily, and hearing them all rejoiced.
He also circled daily around the images of Lakshmi-Narayan, Vasudev, and Shri Krishna, performing two hundred circumambulations with devotion, followed by five prostrations.
As two months passed in this way, the day of the Diwali festival arrived.
The row of lamps completed shone greatly, as though the temple had been made of jewels; seeing it, the people were astonished, and fell at his feet with great devotion.
Men and women had darshan, calling out "victory, victory" with their mouths.
The festival passed, and the next day the Ashkot offering was filled abundantly.
Nath ate and fed the people, serving with his own hand, being pleased.
Thus he gives boundless happiness continually, the support of life.
As this continued, Prabodhini Ekadashi arrived, pleasing to the people's hearts; that day an incomparable festival was held, bringing happiness to all the sadhus.
Then, after some days had passed, his mind turned toward going to Vadodara; letters had been written repeatedly, inviting him to Vadodara: "Come here just once, Beloved, to the city of Vadodara.
Give me darshan, merciful one, friend of the humble, protector of the poor.
Let me have darshan just once — I have no other wish in my mind.
Come here at least this once, Nath, or else I shall come to you with folded hands."
Then Maharaj sent word back: "We shall come and give you darshan."
Then the beautiful Shyam departed and came to lodge at Sankarda village.
A meal was prepared and Nath was fed, and his companions who were with him ate as well.
Having eaten, Shyam went to sleep affectionately; an unseasonal rain fell there that night.
Morning came and Shyam departed, and the charming one came to Chhani village.
Shiyaji arranged a grand procession there, a splendor beyond telling.
Cavalry and countless foot soldiers came to greet him, and four elephants were decorated to receive him; on one was a golden howdah, such was Hari's own splendor.
The elephants shone in varied and wondrous patterns and colors.
Camels too were decorated finely, with great drums mounted upon them; others had drums placed on horses, arranged to look alike.
The drums resounded with a deep, steady beat, and banners and flags fluttered with trumpets; kettledrums played alongside flutes, along with bugles, horns, and trumpets.
Shehnais sounded in fine melody, and the auspicious instruments played.
Many chariots, carts, and palanquins came in the procession, and the crowd gathered for the welcome was vast; the splendor of the reception was immense, and hearing of it, everyone came out to greet him.
They came and fell at Prabhuji's feet, and Nath's joy at seeing them could not be contained.
Everyone said with folded hands, "Come, sit on the howdah, Nath.
Show us grace, give us darshan, make our city sacred, Prabhuji."
Then, showing mercy, the gracious one sat upon the elephant.
Narupant, a small figure, sat beside him and fanned Nath with a chowrie.
The splendor was beyond telling, and cries of "victory, victory" rose there.
All the devotees had darshan, fulfilling the longing of their hearts.
Four sadhus sat on a second elephant, accompanied by the generous people of Ayodhya.
Then, moving slowly, they proceeded, Nath giving darshan as he went; cymbals and drums played among the group, and singers sang songs of blessing.
Shrimaharaj came into the city, to accomplish the purposes of many lives; Nath looked upon everyone with nectar-filled eyes, and folded his hands to all as well.
The men and women of the city all became purified in Nath's presence; on the ground and on three-storied balconies, people climbed up to watch Nath.
Men and women had darshan, folding their hands and offering praise; wearing blue, yellow, and red saris, they shone like a blooming garden of flowers.
Thus every market and street was filled, and everyone's gaze was fixed on Nath; as if painted by an artist in a picture, people did not even blink.
Seeing the Enchanter, minds were enchanted, and people watched even things they had never thought to watch; thus he captured everyone's heart, and how could anyone lead it away?
Then he came before the town's ruler, and Shiyaji beheld the imperishable one; then he was seated in the mansion, where he bowed and fell at his feet.
Then Hari met him, taking his hand, showing him great grace.
Then a seat was lovingly arranged for Shrimaharaj to sit upon, and he himself sat upon it, while the wicked burned in their own sin.
Worshipping the king with love, Prabhu was worshipped and felt joy in his heart.
Then, standing before him with folded hands, he said, "Blessed, blessed, my Nath — today I have received darshan, surely through merit of some past life."
Saying this, he fell at his feet again, and Nath was pleased to hear it.
Then Shyam went further into the city, accomplishing many souls' purposes; he gave darshan to everyone again, fulfilling many people's devotion.
Then Nath went to his lodging, while the town's ruler went ahead; tents, canopies, and pavilions were set up together in preparation.
There the merciful one lodged, and the king had a meal prepared for him.
Then, by the hand of his own relatives, Nath had a fine meal served; then Shyam sat on a throne, and the whole town came for darshan.
Bringing flowers of gold and silver, they came and honored the Beloved; they brought many garlands of flowers, which the support of life accepted with love.
Sweet fruits and delicacies were brought, milk and sweets of many kinds; no one came before Nath empty-handed, bringing coconuts, bananas, sugarcane, and the like.
The great men of the city too came, folding their hands; seeing such immense greatness, men and women bowed with folded hands.
Having bowed the heads of all in this way, Jagdish rose, having won this victory.
Coming to his lodging, Nath slept, having made many lives sheltered.
All the sadhus were with him, and they ate a meal prepared there by hand; heavy rain fell there, and thus morning came.
Then Jivanpran awoke, to bring about the welfare of many lives; Shyam gave darshan to everyone, and the whole town filled their eyes with the sight.
Many questions and answers took place, and everyone recognized Swamiji's victory.
Having thus set everyone right, he showed the truth of his own teaching; the pride of other sects was humbled, and the true word of Shri Swami was fulfilled.
What Swami Ramanand had said, staying joyfully at Dhoraji — "All the false ascetics will be humbled by this troublemaker" — that word of the merciful one proved true.
Thus three days passed, and then the refuge of the helpless departed.
The send-off he received exceeded the welcome he had been given.
Then the king had him lodge at his own house again, worshipping him with love in every way.
He gave Nath a fine robe of honor and a turban ornament; and he said again and again, "Come quickly, support of life.
Whenever I invite you with a petition, come quickly, Hari."
Then Nath said, "You call us, and know for certain we shall come."
Saying this, the merciful one rose, and the king embraced him with affection.
Then, taking leave, Shyam departed, and sat upon the howdah, the abode of happiness.
Giving darshan to everyone, Bhagwan came outside the city; elephants, horses, and countless instruments came along to see him off, men and women together.
He gave his blessing to everyone there — thus he performed these pastimes at Vadodara.
Then he mounted his horse and came to Sankarda village.
From there the Beloved went to Vartal, performing extraordinary pastimes there.
He stayed there a month and a half, then his relatives went to Gadhada.
Then he wrote a fine Shikshapatri, and gave it to the satsangis, the giver of happiness.
Then the beautiful Shyam departed and came to Gadhada, the ocean of virtue.
He held this festival, Life himself, on the third day of the dark half of Kartik — on that day he performed these pastimes at Vadodara, with the sadhus and satsangis together with him.