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Part 1: Remembering Holī Gurujī on His Incarnation Day I wish everybody a very good morning. Hari Om. Swamiji will come a little later; he has some duty. Today we celebrate and sing much on this incarnation day of our beloved Holī Gurujī, the beloved, respected Gurudev of our Swamiji. When I think of what Swamiji says to speak about Gurujī—I cannot explain it. How Holī Gurujī was and is. When I see or saw Gurujī and Swamiji together, we say in German, "a heart and a soul." They were one heart and one soul. When they were together, Holī Gurujī was all the time repeating his mantra for Swamiji and for all of us—continually. And there is something Swamiji always said, and it was really true: Gurujī was everything. He did everything; he made everything in order. Holī Gurujī so deeply respected and loved Śrī Mahāprabhujī. We also have here in Strilky Holī Gurujī’s room, where he stayed. Whenever we go in and see it, we remember the presence of Holī Gurujī in this place. We have his footprints here in the kaṭhu room. The kaṭhu room is there on the altar; you can go there and touch them. Many of us knew Holī Gurujī. I think only a few of us did not meet him, mostly because we are older now. I can speak for myself: when I first met Holī Gurujī, I was a little afraid of him. He was always very serious, and he didn’t just come—he appeared. He would appear. When Gurujī came, he was like a lion arriving. Such a personality, such an energy, such a power—like the sun itself. He appeared; he did not simply walk in. But once Gurujī looked at you and smiled, you would just melt. For one day, two days, three days, you would be on a high. There was a time long ago in Jadan, a somewhat crazy situation. We were all sleeping in a karma yogī house—there was no White House yet, nothing else. Swamiji had his room there, and many of us were sleeping on the balcony because there was not much space. Gurujī was outside on his bed. Gurujī wanted a massage. He wanted a massage. Someone went around asking, "Who can massage? Who knows massage?" They came to our room and whispered in my ear, "I know, I learned massage; I can do it." But they said, "You are a woman, you cannot go near Gurujī." What is this? I am not a monster because I am a woman. If you go to Gurujī, you have to cover your hair and head and everything. I said, "Okay, give me some cloth; I will cover my hair and head." Gurujī did not speak English. So I covered myself and went to Gurujī. I stood there and Gurujī opened his eyes, smiling, and said, "Massage, massage." He was lying down, and I pressed his feet—not the way we learned massage here, but the Indian way of massage, with pressing. I was there, sweating, my nerves and blood pressure very high. I massaged Gurujī, and just as Swamiji does, and even now I remember how Gurujī’s feet felt—the touch, how they are. It was very hard for us when Gurujī passed away. I should not be sad. Sorry. Then when Gurujī said, "Ah, boss," I left and went back to the room. And I was so proud, so proud. I was so high. Everyone asked, "How was it? You were there?" And I lay on my bed like this, and Holī Gurujī had been lying on his bed like this, and it was beautiful. It was beautiful. Gurujī was always first. Whenever Swamiji saw something or went shopping, he would always say, "This is for Gurujī. We will buy this for Gurujī. This would be good for Gurujī." Always, always, Gurujī was first. Actually, we need not be sad. Why am I sad? But remembering, the emotions are still not overcome. I think time cannot let grass grow over it—never. And I know from Swamiji that we miss him very much. Gurujī is one with Mahāprabhujī; this we know. We are a thousand percent sure he is one with Mahāprabhujī. But we are here. Swamiji misses him very much; we do too. When Gurujī passed away in 2003—it’s now seven, nine, sixteen years, no? Today is his incarnation day, so we should not speak about passing away, but then suddenly everything changed, didn’t it? Like Mahāprabhujī said, the sand is living, but inside it is dead. As in that bhajan, "Divāna Satguru," he is alive yet inside he no longer exists. This is no longer the person we see; this is one with the Divine. And this is also what Gurujī was, and what Swamiji is. Perhaps one day we too may become such a channel, such an instrument to give this. As in the bhajan just now, Nṛsiṁha was singing with Ajah, Śakira, and Mary from Gurujī—a beautiful bhajan. He says only Gurujī is singing this bhajan. He was a master at writing bhajans, just like Mahāprabhujī. Suddenly he would write; like Mahāprabhujī, he immediately composed bhajans. And he writes here: "My friends, how happy I am today. My Gurudev came to the door of my house." Here I remember a story. There was once a devotee of God who searched for God everywhere. He traveled all over the world to find God because he wanted to see God. Very disappointed, he came home. And what did he see in front of his door? His beloved Iṣṭa Devatā was standing there, who said, "I have been waiting here for you for so long. Where have you been?" Then he opened the door and both went in. So this is our meditation, our sādhanā. When we open the door of our heart, why do I open the door of my heart? I wait for Thee. Once You come, I will quickly close the door and not let You go anymore. Swamiji always says, when we once have darśan, then everything is done once we have that darśan. And here Gurujī said, "My Satguru Dev came in front of the door of my house." Swamiji, please come and bless my house, bless my house, please. And we know the real pilgrim place is there where Gurudev is staying; this is the pilgrim place. We can pilgrimage everywhere—to Badrināth, to Kedārnāth, to Varanasi, to Lourdes, to Mariazell—but the real pilgrim place is there where Gurudev is, his footprints, his footprints. Where he is present is the real greater place of our self. And here Gurujī said, "Today my life becomes successful. And I make a very nice āsana for my beloved Gurudev." He is sitting as on a throne; he is the king. He stands above. I can see him with my own eyes; I have his darśan. I can see him. Through the nectar of his lotus feet—when we do the pūjā, washing of the feet, we perform pūjā, and this water we keep; this is the nectar. Swamiji says, "This is the holy water." This holy water purifies everything. Swamiji once received a little sand from where Mahāprabhujī had stepped—holy Kuru Chakra, an awesome fact. He keeps it in a small shrine on the altar in Vienna. Sometimes one grain is taken. But we should value this; some don’t understand, some don’t know, it’s okay. But one who understands knows it is a great, great treasure. And this is also where Holī Gurujī stepped. Here in the ashram in Strilky, I remember very well that Guru Pūrṇimā when Gurujī was here. I hear his voice and see him walking and sitting here. We were all sitting there, so many people, Swamiji and Gurujī. Also in Vienna, at that time in Enengli Strasse, I still have… the carpet from Enengli Strasse, the old carpet, was a blue carpet. I still have one piece of that carpet where Gurujī stepped on it. And the bandages from when Gurujī’s foot was hurt returning from London—I have those bandages; I kept them. And Hemlata from Vienna still has Gurujī’s room and his bed where he slept. And Gurujī’s room, it is a pūjā room, an altar, also here. In Vapi, where Gurujī stayed—whenever Swamiji passes by that house, he says, "Here Gurujī was staying." And here Gurujī says, "All I gave him, all my deeds, all the nectar of my deeds, I put at his lotus feet." Everything I offer to my Gurudev—my body, my thoughts, my mind, my wealth, everything—it is yours. And what I receive is prasāda, Mahāprasāda. He is protecting me. Gurujī once told a story we know. When Mahāprabhujī sent Gurujī away to give satsaṅg, Gurujī was unhappy because he thought Mahāprabhujī was sending him away. To hide his feelings and maybe his tears, he went behind the kaṭhu. At that time there was only a little room, not like we have now—a small one-room, the original room without windows and without doors. He went behind the ashram; that was the small room, not the big kaṭhu. Because Mahāprabhujī said, "I don’t need a window, and I don’t need a door. Everybody can come." And once a thief came—remember, Gurujī said, "Gurujī, come." And when the thief came, Gurujī said, "Shh, silence, don’t disturb him." And Mahāprabhujī said, "Shh, silence, don’t disturb him. They need something, they need something; let them take." So Mahāprabhujī was always giving, giving—it didn’t matter what; he just gave. And Gurujī was also like this. His heart was so big, it is so big. Anāhata, endless, endless. Then Gurujī was behind the kaṭhu, and Vṛtti was there. Vṛtti came, but Mahāprabhujī knows everything. He knows everything. And Mahāprabhujī also went there and asked Gurujī, "Mādhav, why are you sad? Do not be sad. To whom does the world belong? To your Gurudev. And you are living in the world; so to whom do you belong? To your Gurudev. Then why do you sorrow?" Because Gurujī had worries: what would he eat, where would he sleep, what would he talk about, who would be there, how would he travel? "So don’t make sorrows. Don’t make sorrows. Ne trapte sa. You are mine, and I am yours. Guru Rā ke Laha Cintāmaṇi Karaṇa, Cintāmaṇi Karaṇa, Nirbhaya Raho Nī Śaṅkara Kapi Matataraṇa, Tummanirvaya Raho Nī Śaṅkara Kabhi Matataraṇa." So here Holī Gurujī was writing his experience. What Mahāprabhujī said is that Gurudev is always protecting you. That is why you should not be afraid. The Lord Himself is protecting; nothing can harm. Gurudev, the holy mantra—He Himself is with you. Because once God Rāma said, "What is higher: the person itself, or his or her name?" It is always the name which is higher. When the bridge was being built between the mainland and Laṅkā, all the apes, the mountain people, the monkeys—all were helping to put stones in the water to make a great bridge, but everything was sinking. They said, "It is impossible to build there; it’s impossible." Then Hanumānjī had the idea to write the name of God, "Rāma," on the stones, because wherever the name is written, nothing will sink. He wrote "Rāma" on the stone—"Rāma, Śrī Rāma"—and placed it in the water, and that stone floated. And all the apes, monkeys, and tribes—all the metis—did the same, and in that way they built a bridge, and still this bridge is there, the Rāma Setu. And here Gurujī also says, "Who has the protection of the Divine Name, the mantra? Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it. Then Gurudev Himself is with you." And so, when Holī Gurujī was still in sorrow about being sent away, Mahāprabhujī gave the blessing: "Mādhav, I will always be with you. I will take care of you wherever you are." And here Holī Gurujī is singing this bhajan: "Everything I give to my Gurudev—my body, my mind, my wealth, everything. He is protecting me. He is protecting me." Aja Śākyamere. Today we celebrate the incarnation of our beloved Holī Gurujī Bhagavān, Śrī Dīp Bhagavān Madhavānandjī. We have had such a beautiful week here, such a beautiful time in the presence of our Gurudev. If He is with us, if He is there in His room, He is always here. You do the sādhanā, and everyone does his or her duty as much as we can. I think, and I believe, that everybody among us did whatever was possible. Because none of us come here just for fun, for traveling—spending so much money, saving holidays, organizing everything so that we can be here some days, some weeks, some time, because time does not wait. Time does not wait for anybody. I don’t know where this time remains, what is behind us, where this time is. Suddenly so many years have passed, and where has this time gone? Swamiji says there is no time existing; it is not existing. It is like sand in our hands: it just runs; it’s gone. And as we heard yesterday the story of a bhakta who is praying, "Only bless me with your bhakti; and may there be a next life as a human and as your bhakta." And it is the same with Gurujī. Holī Gurujī said when Mahāprabhujī passed away, he didn’t want to live anymore. Then Mahāprabhujī came to him in a vision: "Mādhav, this is not good. You have to stay here. You have the duty. Your bhaktas—take care of them." Just as God Rāma gave the duty to Śrī Hanumānjī to stay here and take care of the bhaktas, this same duty our Swamiji has: to take care of all of us. And we, the seniors—we are seniors with grey hair—we take care of the newcomers for them, protect them, and sometimes be a little strict, because parents want their children to become great, greater than themselves. Swamiji always says, "Give a slap, but with love." To always be too soft is not good. So we, as yoga teachers and parents, there are some principles, and there are no compromises. It doesn’t matter what it is; either this or that, there is nothing in between. And this is also true for us, the bhaktas, devotees, disciples: there are no compromises, and there are no tricks. Either this or this. If not, then back to the clay mountain and wait for the next life. Gurujī was very strict. He was so—I don’t know if Swamiji hears, but I remember times. I don’t want to speak about it, but sometimes Gurujī could be very strict. And just as Swamiji tells of his experiences with Gurujī: he came to Holī Gurujī at a young age. After his father passed away, Swamiji, I think, was 13 years old and went to Nepal Ashram. At that time the ashram was not like we have now; they had to make fire, prepare and collect wood, work and go to school. And always Gurujī was strict, Swamiji used to say, and Swamiji was afraid—alone there, no doors, the village far away, sleeping little. When we remember the first Kumbha Melā in Haridwar, when Swamiji received the Mahāmaṇḍaleśvara initiation—I think it was in 2000, no, 1998—I had a tent behind Holī Gurujī’s, with five more people; it was like a hut. And Holī Gurujī at three o’clock in the morning had his tape recorder and would wake up singing bhajans, because at Kumbha Melā you could not sleep; you were in the same place day and night, on the same level of consciousness. There were mantras, water in the tent—so it was a little tapas, and it was hot. Holī Gurujī was there in his tent, and at that time I didn’t know about Gurujī; I was also a newcomer. Holī Gurujī was in his tent, and I didn’t know about Gurujī. I didn’t know about Gurujī. It was good. We were there, and Holī Gurujī was singing his bhajanī. I don’t know if he was with Swamiji; he was there on the other side of the tent. Part 2: Remembering Holy Guruji: The Art of Pāka Śāstra and the Prayer of the Bowl of Love And when we were in Jadan for the first time—the first time in Jadan—we were in the tents. Gurujī was staying in the old house that was there with Premānandjī. Premānandjī was in one room, and Gurujī was in another. But he was there, and we were in the tents with nothing. Holy Gurujī was there in the kitchen. We made it like this: we cleared that area of stones, took out all the thorns, and built a round wall with stones. Anyone who stepped on those stones had to take off their shoes, because this was the kitchen. A man was cooking tea for Svāmījī, yes? And he made the tea so strong and so thick that Svāmījī could not drink it, and most probably it was so loud that Gurujī was watching from his room above and said, “You cook tea, Svāmījī?” I didn’t know how to make tea, but from that time I started making tea. Svāmījī smiled at Gurujī and said, “You will be making tea for Svāmījī.” Gurujī was always there. Svāmījī made him a very nice room. He gave him a room in the Karma Yoga house. Svāmījī prepared a beautiful room for him in the Karma Yoga house. Holy Gurujī had a fine disposition, too—everything. And when we looked from Svāmījī’s White House over there, Svāmījī was always watching how Gurujī was already sitting there. He was always concentrated on him. So this is today, the day when our Holy Gurujī came onto this world. We celebrate, of course, also in September according to Western culture and Western astrology—we celebrate that, too. When I sing to Gurujī, I hear him singing, how he used to sing. We have a very nice collection of his bhajans. Svāmījī is coming, Svāmījī is coming. We have a beautiful collection of Gurujī’s bhajans. And Śrī Dīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān Kī Jai, Śrī Śrī Deveśvara Mahādeva Kī Jai, Śrī Alakhpurījī Mahādeva Kī Jai, Śrī Svāmī Mādhavānanda Bhagavān Kī Jai, Viśvaguru, Śrī Svāmī Maheśvarānandajī, Guru Deva, Kī Jai. So we will continue, as Svāmījī is coming, and this is finished now. Oh, Holy Gurujī’s day, the incarnation of our Gurudeva. And Umā Purījī has spoken everything. Yes, it’s good. So we can sing one bhajan that Gurujī wrote. We can sing a bhajan written by Holy Gurujī. Many, many bhajans—there are so many of them. But this one we can also do, okay? So let’s go. Who is here for it? Okay. “Prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharasī.” This is such a beautiful, beautiful bhajan. And Mahāprabhujī, Holy Gurujī, composed this bhajan in Khatu, in the Nīpāl Āśram, in his room. For our Gurujī, writing a bhajan is like giving a lecture; he could give hours and hours of teaching only through bhajans. And he would create new versions, not the same. So it is, we carry that wisdom in our heart. When you make a very nice apple strudel, apple pie—many do it, but there are certain ones that have a completely different taste, completely different. Many people make halvā. Do you know what halvā is? Halvā is an Indian dessert made of flour, sugar, butter or ghee, and spices. Not buffalo, cow—butter or ghee. Many people can do this. But the real master cook, his or her hands are great. Well, there is Slovakia, and Slovakia has its own kind of food, and that is what they call halušky. Many people make halušky. The Austrians do it, too, but it’s not the same. Yugoslavians also—také Jugoslávci—yes, but not like that. The Czech people are here also, but they cannot. (This means my lungs are still good, sorry.) So there are these Slovaks, and these Slovakians—not all can do it. There was a competition in Banská Bystrica for two hundred people or something like that, and then there was an election. One person wanted to become a minister. He made halušky. He cooked halušky very quickly, very tasty, and all were happy. The people who were there ate a lot, and the other two did as well. He was the winner, and he became the minister—the minister of the army, what you call defense. Yes, someone has it in their hands, and they know what to do. Eighty-five percent of people in the world cannot cook. Or maybe ninety percent. Just cooking, making something, is not cooking. You see, cooking… it is a science. And it is said, it is a śāstra, a scripture, a Veda. In Āyurveda, it is called Pāka Śāstra. Śāstra is a scripture, like Patañjali, like the Bhagavad Gītā, etc. So, there was a competition, and it is said that the best cook can cook iron for us. We have a rod of iron, and he will cook it, and you will eat something soft. That is called the master of Pāka Śāstra. So someone said, “I can make it.” And he said to the king, “I cannot only cook iron. Your Highness, you should have a golden or silver one. I can cook silver.” So the king agreed, and he prepared a very nice silver plate with fine spices. There must be a certain kind of spices we should give, and it is said you should not be angry. For one subject, you may please be angry, but don’t be angry. It is said, exactly how the poem says, “Food, machine, and wife should be separate.” Therefore, in many countries, women should be controlled outside. Here in Europe, too, a few centuries ago, but now we have become very good. Emancipation is good, but we gave them freedom and we lost—what? Cooking. Okay, we are all men. Swallow it down; it doesn’t matter how it is. Because now they’ve forgotten: the woman has also lost cooking. Because some said, “Why should we cook—the woman? Cook the men.” And a good husband, Americans say it, the good husband dies in the kitchen. So it’s like that. Then they said, “I don’t want to cook. You can cook for yourself. I go to a restaurant, eat, and come.” So now we are oneness. Very good. It’s a good life. We gave freedom to women—that is a divine blessing. Let them, but how long? My God, where am I going? Anyhow, you see, when you give a child, only a mother can give you milk. Not your father, that’s all. So it has nothing negative. Not negative at all. It is nature. We said, first God is the mother, meaning the woman, but it does not mean exactly like that. So the Goddess Śakti, she is also giving us this to eat. Okay, let’s forget it. That was that time. Now we are building houses. We go to San Francisco. If you don’t trust me, I can tell you that someone is sitting here. Is there someone? Yes. And now, very good: how to put the man down. Every house or flat has different cooking—fish, chicken, this, that, chilies, Indians—all the smells spread in the corridor, and so they said, “No kitchen.” Very clever people. But downstairs there are two, three, four, five restaurants. You can go and eat. Give the money. Again, lost both cooking and cooking. That’s it—how we are losing ourselves. We are losing everything. Come back, come back to nature. Good food for your children is good from the mother’s hands. And good food is good for the husband. That husband is completely happy and relaxed. Then the wife is also divine, great, and the children are so happy. But why are they separating now? Only the kitchen is a problem. Ninety percent is a kitchen problem. That’s it. Anyhow, where am I going? So, the king, the cook came and said, “How much?” “One kilo.” “Okay, one kilo, give me the silver coins.” He put them in his bag. Because no one should go into the kitchen. That’s another principle: only the one who is cooking enters, as it is. Whenever I go to America and we go to a retreat, there’s a nice kitchen. Hey bird, what is that? Boda or Natoda? It’s okay. Maybe water, or the bird was doing something. No problem? So we used to bring kitchen items from some other kitchen. The kitchen is locked, and we asked, “Can we go in the kitchen and take water?” They said, “No, no, you cannot enter the kitchen.” They brought food. When we wanted to go, they said, “No, no… don’t come in, don’t touch. There is a window, and we will serve you.” “Can we make tea?” “In this kitchen, you cannot touch. Why? It’s the law. Do you have a health certificate? Therefore, I will lose my job.” That is very important. In America, it is like that. Of course, in your own kitchen, you do what you want. But for the public, it has to be very, very strictly controlled. Is there anybody who knows what I am telling? Yes, that’s it. So what I’m talking about: don’t make it seem like Svāmījī is making a joke. This is knowledge. I wish very much that in our kitchen no children run in. And no mother goes and says, “Take this for my child.” The people, the governor’s people, will come and lock the door. This is that principle. Now, that is called Pāka Śāstra. Like Āyurveda, this is a Śāstra. But there are some people who can make it even more foolish than the king. So he said, “Sir, one kilo is too late.” “Okay, two kilometers.” So no, two kilometers. Put them in his bag. And now, you know what we have with Seva Devī here. In our kitchen, she makes beautiful white—what we call red—rektvičky, long rektvičky. And then she cleans them, makes them one size, cuts them, makes a nice vegetable, and says, “Sir, Your Highness, this is your dish, silver.” And the king said, “Oh, so tasteful.” His wife said, “I think it is very good.” The children all said, “Is it better than chicken?” He said, “It’s very good either evening or morning.” So he was cooking every day. Slowly, slowly, the whole treasure of jewel silver. And he said to the king, “Sir, Your Highness, is there no more silver? But I can go to some merchant and get it cheaper.” So again, he got all the silver back, and he said, “I got it at seventy-five percent.” And twenty-five less, so he got all the money. Again, he cooks. Then he said, “Highness, let’s cook the gold. That is good for the bones. Gold brain. Can you cook the gold? Your Highness, your cook can cook even you. Is it really? That’s good. Gold.” So he was giving the gold. And he took nice rye, red carrots. And he cleaned them, made them look like gold coins, added nice haldi, a nice taste, and all. “Oh yes, it is gold, but don’t eat too much of this.” He said, “No, no, you bring me more. Of course, I am your servant.” It’s a good test. Yes, you need iron in the body. Silver in the body. You have enough iron; don’t take it. And he took all the gold. That is a kitchen, you see? So that’s why the lady said, “Don’t bring your husband in the kitchen. He will take half the money in his pocket and come with an alcohol bottle.” So man, you should wait. I will cook and give it to you. You may clean the dish. And then she said, “No, no, no. Don’t clean the dish. I know, in one month, three times you broke all my dishes. Go play with the children.” That’s why the Bhūmeṇs are called Lakṣmī. So this is what we call Pāka Śāstra. And if you don’t know, then of course you will have money. What will you get? Junk food. From the gold, you are taking junk. And we are so fast, so quick, we are building hospitals and rooms. There are many, many rooms that are missing. And now, what happens? In some countries, nurses don’t want to work in hospitals anymore. They go to America. They go to Switzerland. The nurse is gone. What happened? What is the situation? That was an example. The example is this: My wife is very intelligent. She is gone, and the husband is hanging with junk food. So in the hospitals, you should also give a good pension or good money and good respect. Treat the nurses in a good way, like a doctor. Sometimes they let them stay in the hospital for two days. So those who treat their wife like that, no question that the husband will be without a wife. So there is work for the man and work for the woman. So today’s was what we call Pāka Śāstra. And next year, under this tree, if God gives us life, I will give you something different. Oh my God. You will say, “Svāmījī, this is the best in next life.” Sorry, not next life. So Gurujī said: Adnā bhī karī ham khaḍe khaḍe tarsāy, Prem kā pyālā, Hari, kabā merā parase? O Lord, O Bhagavān, O Gurudev, prem kā pyālā. Prem, love, pyālā is the bowl. Please fill this with love. Prem kā pyālā, Hari, O God, Kumbha Melā bharasī? O Lord, when will you fill this bowl of love? Love means happiness, joy, protection, knowledge. This is a prayer, the prayer to God, the prayer of the tree. Can’t you imagine? You haven’t watched, you didn’t understand. Under these trees we were. How much love these trees gave us. Nice shade, nice coolness, nice grass. What more do you want? But still, we want to have more. Adnabhikārī, I am the beggar, waiting at your door. I am with this pot to fill, waiting. Tere darbār meṅ kaunsī kamī, tere karwār meṅ ham kyōṅ bhūke, jai tere darśe… Premā kabhya lahari kabh merā bharā se… Jo tere darā āye sab kuch pāyā. Prem amṛta Hari behad bharā se, prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharā se. Jo tere dar āyā sab kuch apāyā, khālī gayā nahīṅ koī āpke ghar se… Prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharase… Those who came to your door, they got everything. No one went away with empty hands. Jis par mehar kī najar bhaī hai, jis par mehar kī najar bhaī hai. Prem amṛta Hari, behad bharā se, prem kā pyālā Hari, kab merā bharā se? Prem kā pyālā Hari, kab merā bharā se? Those who came to you and on whom you bestow your merciful glance. By your grace, you are blessed. Jispar āp kī najar paṛī—on whom your look was there, you were looking at me. Prem amṛta Hari behad barse. Where were you looking, O Lord? Hari behad barse—God is like a heavy rain falling on us. Even we have to open our umbrella. When it rains, what do you think? Everyone will run away. Take this and go, go, go. But someone is feeling this Amṛta Parasa. Mahāprabhujī karatā dayā me ke karase, Mahāprabhujī karatā dayā me ke karase, Mahāprabhujī karatā dayā me ke karase. I call to you, I am asking you, my Lord, why is my bowl empty? But my Lord, one day, definitely you will fill my bowl. Kahito dayālu dātā, dayā hampar kīje. One day you will be merciful, merciful, O my Lord, on me. Mīrā, Nārasī, Kabīra, or Tulasī, Mīrā, Nārasī, Kabīra, or Tulasī, ananta bhakta sant pyālaka pī pī… harase… Prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharase… O Gurudev, Mīrābāī, Narasībāī, Kabīr, Tulsīdājī—endless saints, endless bhaktas, many saints, they were drinking and drinking, they were very happy, and, O my Lord, when will you fill my pot? Śrī Dīp dayālu dātā kyāo nahī sunat. Akhil bhaṅḍār khajānā terā, kyāo hotā khar se… O Śrī Dīp dayālu, merciful Dātā, the Giver, kyōṅ nai sunte? Why don’t you listen to my words? My request: Akhil khajānā terā—you have endless treasures. Kyā hotā kharsī? If you give it to fill my pot, your treasure will not be empty. Prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharas, adnā bhī karī meṅ khaḍe khaḍe tarsāy, adnā bhī karī ham khaḍe khaḍe tarsāy. Prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharase. He prem kā pyālā Hari kab merā bharase. Gurujī said, “Śrī Mādhavānandajī, ānand baraso.” Please let it rain ānanda, ānand and ānand and ānand. Then my ātmā, vilhāres means, will be happy. My ātmā will then be forever and forever happy. This was a bhajan Gurujī wrote one day. And it is a beautiful bhajan. It is a wonderful bhajan. Dīp Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān Satguru Svāmī Mādhavānandajī Bhagavān Kī – Devādhideva Deveśvara Mahādeva Kī – Alakhpurījī Mahādeva Kī. All devotees, all devotees, Jaya Hari.