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Now they will sing the Holī and various beautiful bhajans of Dīpa Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān. So, my dear all, and especially the people in Strilky Ashram with Mahāmaṇḍaleśvara Svāmī Jasarāja Purī Jī, your beautiful satsang. Now, great... Whether in Viṣṇī, Jāchī, Poslukhāchī, or in the streets of Svāmī Jasarāja Purī, wherever you go, from the mother’s lap to the crossroad, whether in Poslūkhēte, Bajjanī, or Ujūṭē, you will cross over. In the atmosphere, up to the Vidinī, be it here or in Germany or anywhere else, wherever you have satsang, all the best. I am with you. You know, it means how many times I am multiplying now. I mean, I am with all of you. And I feel your presence here in Jādan too. All the best, and tomorrow there will be another webcast—see you there. Now, listen to the bhajans, beautiful bhajans will be here. Dīpa Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān kī Om Śānti Śānti. Go. Desi the Vidisi. Once the bhajan is complete at six o’clock, please sing one āratī, then we will have another āratī at eight o’clock, followed by Mahāprasāda, and then Hari Om and go home. Hail to the true Guru Bhagavān, hail to today’s Nanda, hail to our respective mothers, fathers, Gurus, and deities. This is a spiritual lecture about Yoga in the Indian tradition.... Make an extra mic, extra mic. Say, Truth to Gurudeva, Bhagavān Śrī Dīpa Nārāyaṇa Bhakti Saṅgīta Maṇḍala Jodhapura once again leads you all towards the songs of Mahāprabhujī. The great lord of the divine and the crown jewel of saints, Śrīpūjya Bhagavān Dīpa Nārāyaṇa, the all-pervading sovereign, the refuge of Gurudevajī, Śrīdeva, the bestower of bliss, known for his mastery in the yoga age. Then, after that, the sun sets beyond the shore, and the light of knowledge dispels fear. The radiant Lord’s humble prayer is heard: O merciful protector of the humble, in a moment, Nārāyaṇa appears. By the sight of the banks of the Gaṅgā, sorrows are dispelled, and the body becomes pure. In the cold city, the great truth shines forth, and a devoted crowd gathers, all sustained by the generous giver. Śrī Maheśānanda Mahārāja is an incarnation of Mahādeva. Blessed indeed is the land of Bhārata; you are the crown jewel of the world. All of you, in this gathering, have offered your obeisance to Mahāprabhujī. Since my feet have beheld the holy feet, my eyes have become detached; truly, my eyes are fixed upon the holy feet. Truly, at the lotus feet of Śrī Dīpa Dayālu, my destiny has awakened; truly, my eyes are fixed upon the holy feet. Truly, my eyes are fixed upon the holy feet. This much has happened: in the form of the Lord, awakened is the slumbering knowledge, the rebellious ignorance. O sleep, part of avidyā, my eyes are fixed on the feet of the Satya Guru, fixed on the feet of the Satya Guru. The auspicious lamp of compassion hides in the lotus feet; my destiny awakens, my eyes are fixed on the feet of the Satya Guru. Victory to Bhagavān Nārāyaṇa, victory to Śrī Devī Svāmī Deva, victory to Mādhava Kṛṣṇa Bhagavān, victory to Viśvaguru Mahāmaṇḍaleśvara Paramahaṃsa Svāmī Śrī Maheśvarānandajī Gurudeva... Victory to Śrī Dīpa Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān! Victory to Śrī Devī Svāmī Deva! Victory to Mādhava Kṛṣṇa Bhagavān! Victory to Viśvaguru Mahāmaṇḍaleśvara Paramahaṃsa Svāmī Śrī Maheśvarānandajī Gurudeva! O beloved mind, worship the revered Dīpa Dayāī. O venerable Dīpa Dayāla, sing the praises, O minds. This is a spiritual lecture on Yoga in the Indian tradition.... You are not giving to the big or the great when you give... That madwoman, that madwoman, what games she played again; that crazy one, what games she played again; this one did not see the true path, O Garuḍa. Lost and wandering, overwhelmed by fear, O mother, mad with sorrow, suffering birth after birth, why do you play these games? You have not yet seen the true Satgurudeva. Lost and wandering, overwhelmed by fear, O mother, mad with sorrow, suffering birth after birth, now the opportunity has come. Sing the glories of the name of Rāma, sing the glories of the name of Rāma, mad one, why do you play these games? You have not yet seen the true Satgurudeva. Oh, lost and wandering, overwhelmed by māyā, madly suffering through lifetimes, now the opportunity has come. Singing the glories of Rāma, the mad one plays—this game is not seen by the ordinary eye. Without understanding, like Garuḍa in a dream, without understanding, like Garuḍa in a dream, the demons run away, and Hari runs after them, the demons run away. What can I say, you neither understand nor believe; no one believes, no one is devoted. Why then play these games, this is not the way. The true moment has passed, the fire has been kindled. Forget the brilliance, think carefully and begin to meditate; think carefully and begin to remain in meditation. What words can I say to make you understand? What madness plays around, this mind does not rest; O true Garuḍadeva, awaken! In the sacred abode of yoga, the army of thoughts arises, the army of thoughts arises. O, your own mother dwells within you—Satyamukunda Kīrtāra, O Satyamukunda Kṛtā. What madness plays around, this mind does not rest; O true Garuḍadeva, wandering lost in illusion, the bewildered soul suffers birth after birth in sorrow. The moment has come now, singing the glories of Rāma’s name with devotion. What playfulness is this, O beloved, that you do not see the battlefield of the seven Garuḍas? Meeting the Satguru, the compassionate lamp; meeting the Satguru, the compassionate lamp... Meeting the Satguru, the devotee plays her part, wandering without rest, never forgetting the Satguru. Lost in bewilderment, the mad one suffers birth after birth. Now the time has come, O Rāma, to sing His glories. The devotee plays her part, wandering without rest, never forgetting the Satguru. Speak of the Satguru, speak of the Satguru, the devotee of Bhagavān. The devotee plays her part, wandering without rest, never forgetting the Satguru. Speak of the Satguru, speak of the Satguru, the devotee of Bhagavān. When the Guru gives, it contains the dual aspects of māyā, brahma, the five elements—all are present. So, Mahāsthāna Jī Mahārāja will distribute the seventy-three lehariyās on his janma dina by the order of Gaīśāra Mātā Rāma, and on the tenth day, they will be distributed as well. Listen to the significance of the lehariyā: you have been given the colored lehariyās—lehariyo, leharāye; lehariyo, leharāye. These two sides create waves; illusion and Brahman merge, that is life—illusion and Brahman merge. The colors of the five elements are imprinted; they rest, O Yeśavā, they rest, O Yeśavā. My Satguru has bestowed these colors, flowing in waves, wave after wave. The first color is wondrous, the second is green like water, the third is the natural color of the sun, and the fourth is saffron, applied in the fifth. O, in the five, my Satgurū has applied the saffron, O give the color, the waves, the waves, the waves. The three qualities are imprinted, imprinted in the waves; twenty-five days fixed in Hari, and twenty-five days fixed in karma. The knots and the flowing currents are visible, O give the color, my Satgurū, give the color, the waves, the waves, the waves. Surata svāgata, waves of the veil, Surata svāgata, waves of the veil, in the heart remains the devotion of Śivāra, the venerable Guru has adorned the humble ones with colors. My Satguru has bestowed these colors, waves upon waves, spreading them. On the youthful body, the beloved shows playful pride, knowledge is firmly grasped and consumed. Oh, knowledge is firmly grasped and consumed; after displaying the remaining grace, I have taken the beloved under the quilt. O beloved, take the quilt; my Satgurū has given it, has colored it, has dyed it. Take it, take it,... take it—when the devotion to the Guru rises, no other color will take hold. So they say, “O ripe one, take the color, O ripe one, take the color; let it be accepted, let it be accepted.” O clever woman, no one else can wear this garment; listen carefully, do not forget the other method. My Satguru has bestowed this color, waves upon waves of waves. May I become beloved of the Guru, may I become beloved of the Guru. Such is the color, such is the coloring, I have placed it at the feet of the Guru’s refuge, spinning and swirling, spinning and swirling at the feet of the Guru’s refuge. My Satguru has bestowed this color, has colored me, waves upon waves, waves upon waves. Victory to the true Satguru Bhagavān! Mahāprabhu Dīpa does only the work of the Creator. What becomes of the forest, you say, you say, O you, you tell me that path without the Vedas; you yourself are trying to bear it, O you, O mother of the world, you are more than the flowers, O you, you. Hello! Hello! Victory to you all! O beloved, awaken from your deep slumber, the fearful mountain has risen; the arrows have been shot from the bow. The entire night has passed, the entire night has passed. O beloved, awaken from your deep slumber, the fearful mountain has crossed over to Brahman; all doubts and actions have vanished. Birth and death no longer come. O beloved, awaken from your deep slumber, O beloved, awaken from your deep slumber, the fearful mountain has crossed over. What happened to me last night, O Lord? What happened to me last night, O Lord?... I cannot explain, the matter is in my heart; I slept and woke up, but the matter remains. Oh, the matter has happened, indeed the matter has happened; with the Lord, the sleeping has awakened, the matter has happened. I have met the infinite art, I have met the infinite art, I have met the imperishable, I have met the imperishable. I do not describe it, I do not describe it; with the Lord, the sleeping has awakened, the matter has happened. Oh, the matter has happened, the matter has happened; with the Lord, the sleeping has awakened, the matter has happened. Śrīdeva Puruṣa Bhagavān, Śrīdeva Puruṣa Bhagavān, my hand is lost, my hand is lost, awaken the sleeping one, the mountain has arisen, the mountain has arisen,... awaken the sleeping one, the mountain has arisen, victory to Guru Bhagavān. Fulfill everyone’s wishes, accomplish all endeavors, always with sincere devotion our salutations to you, Hara. Always with sincere devotion our salutations to you, Paramāguru. I am far away, sorrowful and distressed, seeking the miraculous refuge of your lotus feet.