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The Guru is the Guru, the beloved Guru, the Guru of the gods, who dwells in the two hairs of the body and shines in the face; the true one who is the supreme leader, the great warrior of the battlefield, who saves the drowning soul in the ocean of life. I offer my salutations to him. If one sings his praises, all troubles are dispelled; listen to this story told by a single bard. Gope sir hums softly, like a gentle breeze; the true Guru is my crown jewel. Roaming on the path, beloved, the Guru is the form of the peacock, the remover of sins. The Guru is the lotus, the mantra; the Guru is the word itself. The Guru’s grace begins with the heart’s surrender, and through focused meditation, the fire of devotion is kindled. The sound of the flute plays in the heart. Oh, those who uphold truth, oh, my true friendship is in remembrance. Oh, truly uphold this true friendship. My true friendship is in remembrance, true friendship... O Bāṇī, listen—tapas and love have blossomed; do not stray into wickedness, my friend, my companion. O brother, O Bāṇī, listen—tapas and love have blossomed; do not fall into wickedness, my friend. O Barmekār, my worldly existence is fading; O Barmekār, my worldly existence is fading. The lesson has been taken, and the true devotees have spoken thus. The moment my soul merged, it sought to be taken away, poor thing... The disciple sees the essence within the tongue, the memory perceives the essence within the tongue, far beyond the waking state. The one whom the Satgurū has struck, and the Satgurū has struck again, and my destiny has been struck, and my compassionate Satgurū, the giver, now accepts this offering. O my Satgurū, the benevolent giver, now accept this offering. Come. O servant, the fall has come, O friend, the call has been heard; now stand firm and offer your respect. Come, O benefactor, now is the time to act. Come, O beloved, what is this hesitation in devotion? Devotion must be unwavering, O friend, in the presence of the divine. O light of the world, go and fulfill my command without delay. Come, if you wish to cross the threshold, enter the lotus of the heart and descend there. Come. Halfway across the lotus pond, I was brought down by the crowd and the lassi. Come, my child, how shall I proceed further? Come, my child, how shall I proceed further? Beautiful child, you are halfway through that sacred path. I have a humble request for all of you. I have received the blessings of Gurumārāj and Māramātra, but I have... But still, my feeling is to offer a floral tribute at Gurudev’s feet, and as I am making the first video, I request all of you to subscribe, subscribe... Mahīśvarananda Mahīśvarananda... Mahēśvarānanda Mahēśvarānanda... Green, green... By the command of Babajī Mahārāj, I want to sing a bhajan for you all in a moment. All devotees are seated here; please sit quietly without speaking in between. Those playing the tabla and ḍholak should play with devotion; no disturbance should occur. O dear ones, the true Guru’s name is beyond comparison; no other name can be weighed against it. The name given by the true Guru is the path to liberation. This is the mercy, the color of mercy. Those who are chosen by Him are never left behind. The furnace of emotion, rooted deep within, will forge the fire of knowledge. O compassionate one, grant the fire of knowledge. The flame of truth, vibrant and colorful, has been kindled. The giver has bestowed it upon me, and thus I am imbued with color. The Giver gave a color to abandon hopes, a color of compassion was given, a color was given by the Giver. From that color arises the brave ones, the chosen ones, and along with them, the Garudīs, the fearful ones, the Giver, the fearful ones, the chosen ones. The shadow is restless, the earth is silent; I shall unite with that truth, acting with wisdom and skill. Have mercy, I shall speak the truth; the wise and learned are all devoted to the Guru, everything else is far away beyond the Guru. Strike down the darkness within me, O Lord, and grant me honor; blessed indeed are those who are devoted. O life, pierce through my being, O my beloved, the world has become colored, the Giver has become colored, those who pierce through are also colored. Kabīr, O Guru, you are filled with color and passion; you have saved me, O compassionate one. O Kabīr, O Guru, you are filled with color and passion; you have saved me, O generous one. O merciful Gurudev, you have saved me, O merciful one. O cool one, wearing a shawl, you dwell wrapped in a shawl; you have nurtured me, O dark one, you are the one who has saved me, O dark one. O great king, friends, in the color of fear, the giver is in the color of fear, the reins are struck with a whip. Thanks to Bhagavān, Bhagavānpurī Jī Mahārāj, Sāmī Mādhvānana Jī Mahārāj, and Sāmī Jī Śrī Meśurānana Jī Mahārāj for today’s bliss. It is completely Marwari, the Sadguru has become a dyer, applying the color of devotion. These threads have been colored by Gurumaharaj. It is said today that wherever there are clothes and colors, subscribe, and subscribe, subscribe. Please like and subscribe, subscribe... Oh, my Sadguru has become the color of the Rang, the moon has adorned the Rangdārī; the Sai has allowed the color to be applied. The color has come, but once washed, it does not fade away, brother, day by day it deepens. Oh, the moon has adorned the Rangdārī; the Sadguru met the buffalo, wise and clever, in everything the Guru is supreme. The body, mind, and prāṇa are all dedicated to the Guru. Oh, my scarf of Rangdārī, the Sadguru has become the embodiment of color. So, there is a slight weight of the chunṛī. Now see, the chunṛī has some color on it, the color of this worldly existence. If the color of this worldliness does not settle on it, then what condition would this chunṛī be in? See, the great souls have said... Kabīr, when the body departs, oh, then the soul departs too. Oh black son, today the market is empty; mother, if the drum were to play, the six notes would resonate. The courtyard lies deserted; see, the sons have gone, the crows caw, and the brothers have departed. The old wounds have remained for seventy-four days, those wounds of yours. Seventy-four days, brother, seventy-four days, the old wounds have remained. Today, I cannot understand how to heal them. Please listen with both ears, have mercy, listen with both ears. Oh generous one, the thirty-two have fallen, the thirty-two have fallen, oh Bhikeḍī, oh bearer of the tuft, you have the old habit of plucking the tuft, the one who has studied the śal, in the body that is your beloved paddy. Oh, what color can I keep for you? My belief has faded away like old lime falling off the walls, just like the dust settling in the body, that is your left gift... Your left hand is compassionate, holding the rice; oh, the colorful rose is held with care. It seems the old has gone, the jolt has come; the old has passed away on this day. The pure and impure speak of breaking the body’s bonds; the pure and impure speak of breaking the body’s bonds a little. Merciful one, break the bonds of the nāḍīs; your distance is far. You are called Śiva, brother, called the lord of the gods. The old has fallen away; you do not like the old. Why do you give the old to the clever one? The one who drinks and eats, stands and walks, O mother, have mercy, O mother. Listen, O bees, listen to the springtime, listen to the hair; now immerse yourselves in the meditation of Gurudīrō, in the meditation of your Gurudīrō. Hurry and subscribe, subscribe... Look, calling them beautiful maidens, the charm of the scarf lasts only four days, then the scarf becomes old. The scarf in the form of a woman has been described. The condition of this woman-like scarf gradually fades away; now it no longer brings joy or delight. Oh, the toothache has dried up and fallen off, your misfortune has worsened, your thirst remains, O man. Your mother has sent a warrant online; let the trouble come, let the hair fall out, the warrant has arrived. Even in the house of Paramātmā, even if you do not remember Rāma, what can be done? They will keep chattering endlessly, making teeth, making teeth endlessly. How long will they keep making teeth? They will surely make teeth, but they won’t eat the worms inside themselves. They definitely give answers on the surface, but this is just a warranty, a guarantee. This is a trap, but brother, it is difficult. If the head remains shaved on the body, then one keeps going to get it plucked; they get heavy makeup done forcibly to look young, to appear as if I am youthful. Yes, go ahead and get makeup done. An old man; some say he is old, but who says so? Say that I am not. Why? Because now it is forced to be shown. One must become youthful—how many days will youth last? The old veil has worn out, the veil has worn out. Four days have passed, and it is truly a beautiful thing to share. The great man’s nāḍī has shifted; the second one no longer resonates. Now, the two grains resonate. The pure body has been lost; no longer do I remember why the name remains. The old chunṛī has worn out, the chunṛī is torn in four places, yellowed and frayed—honor the chunṛī somehow. Listen, O saints, pay heed to the words of Gurujī. The old chunṛī has worn out, the chunṛī is torn in four places. The true Guru, the Lord Śrī Meśhrā Nanjī Maharāj, grants the gift. Without the satguru, there is no awakening; oh, awakening comes only through the gathering of all. The one who protects your field from the birds, whether they are wild or tame, whether they are men or animals, the crows that gather in the fields, the gusts of wind that blow through the grain, all these sounds break through the glass of your enclosure and shatter it. The market has turned red, everyone is awake, the long ones are going, take mercy, the long ones are going. The fool stumbles and falls, the fool stumbles and falls. The wise one understands this—this is all redness, redness. Everyone says, everyone nurtures redness in the morning. Oh, the redness, the redness—everyone desires it, that Shabare, that nurturing redness. Have mercy, Shabare, nurturing redness. The thorns open, the thorns open, the wounds are visible. That beloved is destitute, that beloved is dark. The redness, the diamond redness, oh Marāśā, oh Garuṣā, this is what they tell me, this is what they tell me. The redness, the diamond redness, in the river of Jājapaḍī, it dives deep within. This compassionate one dives deep and truly meets the true one under the banyan tree of the śhatgurū. Truly, under the śhatgurū’s banyan tree, first comes the beating of the drum, then the clapping. Oh, Hīrā Lālā, the seven Gurushas have also told me, they have also told me—clap, Hīrā Lālā. The daughter of the mother was sitting on the cot. Oh, mother’s daughter, sitting on the cot, wrapped in mud, this compassionate one wrapped in mud, measuring the camel’s pace, the brown one, not the red one, the diamond red one, the beloved gave the garland along with the garland, this is the beloved’s gift, this is the beloved’s gift, the diamond red one, from here came the storm, from here come today, this compassion, from here the storm goes. Oh, the egg tells the egg, my beloved’s beloved, oh, the one who wins the heart, my beloved’s beloved, oh, the beloved’s compassion and grace. Wherever I look, I see only the Beloved; oh, the redness has gone, I have gone, and so have you, O Beloved. The Giver has come, O Beloved, the redness, the diamond, O Beloved. What can I say, O Garuṣa, my friend? This is the truth, my friend, this is the truth. The redness, the diamond, the Beloved has met the great Guru, the supreme Lord; the redness has come, the day has dawned. O compassionate Lālī, divine light, O earth’s devoted servant, Lālī, O beloved Lālī, come, O my powerful guardian. Subscribe, subscribe... It happened that Manglesh was to do it, it happened that you loot loot... lu... Please subscribe, please subscribe, for the blessings of Mahīśvarānanda Mahārāj and Dhanayavahu Pulibhāī. Victory to Śrī Mahiśrānande Mahārāj! Blessed is Pulibhāī’s honor. Born on the auspicious day of the fifteenth of August, victory and blessings to Pulibhāī’s honor! Victory to Śrī Karigā Chārike, who abandons the drum of Mahishrānande. Ajay Ji Sen is a very good artist. This is the first time a video CD on Bab Ji’s life is being released. I am at the āśrama... Many heartfelt congratulations to you from Duār, and for being a disciple of Bāb Jī, you will be granted 5,100 rupees from my side for this CD that you are beginning. Normally, it is... You must have seen me many times as a top actor in several films. For many years now, with Babājī’s blessings, I have been working in films and various film-related work. And with your blessings, there is no problem at all. I belong to the Guru; nothing will happen to me, no matter what the doctors say. But for me, the beginning of the guru is just the starting point, so I decide with you all that I do not want to earn the merit of this auspicious moment alone. Just as Lalit Bhai Sahab has also offered his contribution, I too, with great devotion, am offering this floral tribute at the feet of the guru for the very first time. Whatever little I am offering from my side is called Kaishit. Long live my Satguru Dāta Śrī Mehasrā Nāna. Anyone among the devotees or disciples of Gurumnāth who wishes to receive full blessings from this Kaishit may contact Mīndesh Sāhab and their... I also have the number, and I want to say that my effort will be to bring this attempt to the market within just one week. My endeavor will be, if my health remains good by the grace of the Guru, to simply subscribe and share it with all of you in this manner. I hope that I continue to receive your support. Once everyone shouts with love, please subscribe. May Bhagavān keep your health very good. Say victory to Sadguru Dev. When medicine does not work, when treatment does not help, then it is the time for prayer. And when you find a true Sadguru, then... You are in conversation with Khudā; your illumination is in the court of Bhagavān. You have lived a hundred years—I say this to you. Who else but Gurudev’s disciple will come to deliver you? Those who take refuge alone cross the ocean of worldly existence; no one can surpass Gurudev’s equal. Śivaśeṣa, Nārada, and Sugharī sing the praises of Gurudev’s virtues. Gurudev, you are the great protector, the benefactor of the entire world, who bestows welfare and is praised by those who seek refuge and deliverance from suffering. Without the Guru, one does not awaken; without renouncing ego, Vairāgya does not come. Without the Guru, one wanders in ignorance—how else can one attain wisdom? Without meeting the Guru, knowledge is not gained; who else can guide the mind? The Guru takes one beyond death, striking down the battlefield of the body. Who else can awaken the Kundalinī and help cross the ocean of existence? Without the Guru, liberation is not attained; how else can the soul be pacified? Without the guru, how can there be knowledge? Upon their head, the white-robed gods bow down. Always, we salute you; you are the prāṇa of our existence, the prāṇa of our life. You are the prāṇa of our life. Gurudev, we offer you our eternal salutations... Pressure on the gurupāla brāma. Life is prāṇa, life is prāṇa,... life is prāṇa. Śorī Rāma Bhāratī Svāmī, be the follower of my own devotees within my heart and soul. Śiva Bhrāmī Śaraṇa Kumārī, be the follower of your own devotees. O Śiva Ramī Śaraṇa, your revered Gurudev, I offer my eternal salutations to you. You are the life and breath of our Gurudev; I offer my eternal salutations to you. You are the life and breath of our... Gurudev, salutations always to you, you are the life and prāṇas... The true Gurudev said, the revered Śrī Meśranan Jī Mārāj said, the emperor Guru Mahādvaran Jī Mārāj said: Without the Guru, knowledge does not arise; without the Guru, distinctions are not understood; without the Guru, doubts are not dispelled. Indeed, O brothers, even the four Vedas cannot dispel doubts without the Guru; truly, even the four Vedas... With the devotion of a divine guru in the heart, with the devotion of a divine guru in the heart, the Merciful One nurtures you, the Merciful One nurtures and bestows love upon the heart. That the essence of the guru’s presence remains steadfast like the immovable stars of Ram. To cross the polluted world, one must be steadfast; do not be swayed by the waves of delusion. Our devotion is the boat that carries us safely across. The Guru, having struck, bestows a good gift; the blemish of ignorance is erased. In one cluster, a hundred herbs are gathered; in another cluster, life is revived. O Lord, as the Guru reveals the mysteries, the lotus blooms with the nectar of the heart. No matter how many gods or gurus there are, none can compare to the true Guru. The true Guru is the divine embodiment of Bhagavān’s grace. The remover of obstacles, the one who destroys all hindrances, the one who dispels difficulties through the remembrance of all auspicious deeds—such is the Guru, the great Lord. Merge with them, remain steadfast in continuous dhyāna, fulfill your inner quest. The Satguru is like Bhagavān Rāma, wealth, money, and happiness are not false. The Satguru is the true lord of the body, the master of the world. O Mother, the fire burns in the sky, yet the inert embers fall down. The Satguru does not exist in the world; you become entangled in saṃsāra. The love of the śatguru showers upon us like rain, soaking the inner soul, transforming it into a river. Ah, the śatguru has come into the world! Oh king, Indra himself gains wisdom and clarity. There is no lack, no deficiency anywhere; no one remains wanting. Some create burdensome lineages, others sow the seeds of devotion. Many give their bodies and lives, many give their wealth. The poor give whatever little they have. In this world, only that king truly reigns. Now I see, O Suratā, the sinner, O giver, both have taken the poison; now I see, O Suratā, the sinner has taken the poison, O father, both have taken it, O Guru, both have taken it. When the soul is immersed in the purest sound, when the sound resonates with the divine, then the heart is filled with joy. The sacred words are spoken, and my soul listens attentively to those profound verses. The words of a child, the words of a child, your goodness has begun... Many many... Do it, do it,... do it... do it. Do it, do it,... do it... Do it, do it, do it, do it, each one of you... your own. That it keeps pressing one after another, pressing and pressing... press. Just keep pressing them. It has never happened to me that I just like something and say it’s mine... In the true form of Māṁ, I have begun to surrender at the feet; my nights are spent sleepless, counting and passing through them. In the true form, the essence is revealed; in the true form, the essence is seen. When the consciousness awakens, the true form is realized. The heart becomes devoted at the feet of the true Guru; devotion arises and deepens. Since the vision of the Guru, the consciousness has been captivated by the Guru’s presence. From the lotus feet flows a great garden of love, colored with the hues of love, colored with the hues of love. At the feet of Tatya Gurū Thānkā Jī, devotion has arisen, oh, devotion has arisen, oh, my devotion has arisen. At the feet of Tatya Gurū Thānkā Jī, devotion has arisen, oh. Such is the fervor, O passionate brother, awakening throughout the land. The restless became steady; how many faults have now vanished. Knowledge has come, ignorance has gone; the two-headed serpent has fled far away, now there are two slaps. It has happened that I have not become like a king, it has not happened... ha.