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Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, has descended upon the world. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one arrives. The fourteenth-day moon is matchless. The radiant light dispels the darkness. The light shines forth, dispelling the darkness. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing, world-bestowing one has come to the world. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one arrives. Singing songs of bliss and auspiciousness, men and women in every home share the good news of Hari. Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, has come to the world. Ṛṣis, munis, yogīs, devas, and gandharvas sing "Victory, Victory!" and offer flowers to Sāī. Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, has come to the world. Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, Hari. People sing of His glory. Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one has descended upon the world. The town and lineage are blessed, the town and lineage are blessed. The formless (nirguṇa) and the manifest (saguṇa) Brahma are worshipped. The manifest Brahma is worshipped. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one arrives. It has descended upon the world. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, the supremely mind-captivating one. Mind-captivating Lord, supremely mind-captivating, grant Your darśana to all people. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one arrives. It has come to the world. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one arrives. With playful, sidelong glances, with a sweet, unparalleled smile, with a sweet smile on His lips. Today, O friend, the bliss-bestowing one, today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one. It has descended upon the world. Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one. Its beauty cannot be described, its wonderful beauty cannot be described. Devarṣis and munis sing "Victory, Victory!" Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one arrives, having come to the world. Today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, today Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one. Mādhava does not speak, He is immersed in bliss. Mādhava does not speak, He is immersed in bliss. Such a Diwali has come, very good, very good, such a Diwali has come. Today, Diwali, the supremely bliss-bestowing one, today, the supremely bliss-bestowing one. It has descended upon the world. Victory to Rāmacandra Bhagavān. Victory to Kṛṣṇa, the one with curly hair. This is the land of Parata Varṣa (India), here the darśana of the Satguru is attained. The soul, spirituality, and divine fortune are found here; there is no other country. Without attaining the status of Parata Varṣa (India), it is not attained. Through the penance and glory of ancestors, the birth in India is achieved. All ṛṣis, munis, and deities praise India. Without India, the soul and Brahma are not revealed. Śrī Pūjā, Dīpā, Dayālā. Śrī Mādhava and Śrī Ānanda protect the land of India. Victory to Satgurudev. The world-bestowing one has come to the world. I bow to You, Prabhujī. I bow. To the One who conceals Himself, I bow to You, Prabhujī. I bow. Om Brahma Hari. You are the river, I am the boat; You are the chariot, I am the one holding the reins. I bow to You, Prabhujī, I bow. The world-bestowing one has come to the world. I bow to You, Prabhujī, I bow. You are the king of this world. You are boundless, beyond death. You are the head of all saints. I bow, Prabhujī, I bow. The ignorant of the world, no one can know the world. Everyone's knot is tied by Mahāprabhujī. Having partaken of the nectar, having eaten the nectar, only the compassionate one recognizes it. I bow, Prabhujī. I bow. Lakhs of people have attained darśana, He remained hidden from all. See the wonderful māyā of Prabhujī. Prabhujī, I bow, I bow profoundly. If the powerful cannot recognize power, then how can a human? Then how can a human? He gave the shore, He gave the stars, but not the thread of the body. Without taking the boat, the shore is dark, the shore is dark. Everyone is afflicted by the hunger of the mind. I bow. The world-bestowing one has come to the world. God bless you. Victory to today's bliss. Victory to the Eternal Sanātana Dharma. Victory to today's bliss. Victory to the Eternal Sanātana Dharma. Thank you for watching. God bless you. Victory to the devas. Victory to Swāmī Madhavān. Victory to Bhagavān. Victory to Viśva Guru Śrī Paramahaṁsa. Victory to Maheśvara. Victory to Guru Deva. God bless you. Victory to Madhava Anandajī Bhagavān. Victory to Viśva Guru Parahaṁsa and Maheśvara Anandajī Yogī Rāja. Gurudeśvara, the Guru is verily Parabrahma. To that Śrī Guru, I bow. The root of meditation is the Guru's form. The root of worship is the Guru's feet. The root of mantra is the Guru's word. The root of liberation is the Guru's grace. Victory to Siddhip Nārāyaṃ Bhagavān. Victory to Siddhapurījī Mahādeva. Satya Guru. Sattva Guru. Sattva Guru. Sattva Guru. Sattva Guru... Sattva. The Guru rains down drops of nectar, thundering like Indra. This Rāma, this compassionate one, this Rāma, this... high and low are not, He keeps no account of them. He is the support of the jīvas' wings, not taking even a trace of greed. This Rāma, this Satguru, this Rāma, this... He thunders, raining down drops of nectar, thundering like Indra. The liberated-in-life, supremely compassionate one, is beyond attachment and aversion. The liberated-in-life, supremely compassionate one, is beyond attachment and aversion. This Rāma, this Sattva. This Rāma, this Sattva. He rains down, thundering like Indra. He rains down drops of nectar, thundering like Indra. This Rāma, this Sattva. Brahma, Guru, Brahma, wearing Śiva and Śeṣa. Brahma, Guru, Brahma, meditating upon Śiva and Śeṣa. Unchanging, eternally steady like Mount Meru. Unchanging, eternally steady like Mount Meru. This, Rāma this, compassionate this, Rāma this. He rains down drops of nectar in every home, like Indra. He rains down drops of nectar in every home, like Indra. This Rāma, this Satguru, this Rāma, this... has come into the world bearing an auspicious incarnation. He has come into the world bearing an auspicious incarnation. Śrī Rāmajī, an auspicious incarnation has come. Śrīdhīpa says, "Gurudeva, I bow again and again." This Rāma, this compassionate one, this Rāma, this... rains down drops of nectar, thundering like Indra. This Rāma, this Sattva Guru, this Rāma, this Sattva Guru Deva, victory. Victory to Rādhīyo Bhagavān Siddhi Nare Mahāprabhū. Victory to Śrī Rāmacandra Bhagavān. Victory to Devadhī Dev Śrī Devapurījī Mahādeva. Victory to Śrī Svayamādava Nandajī Bhagavān. Victory to Viśva Guru Śrī Parahand, Śrī Maheśvara Nandajī Guru Deva. Victory to the Eternal Sanātana Dharma. Victory to Śrī Dīpana Rāmabhagavān. Victory to Śrī Devaśakar Mahādeva... Gurudeva, when my turn comes... whose turn? Gurudeva, when my turn comes... whose turn? When will you speak, Gurudeva? Then when will you speak, O friend? When my turn comes, I will tell, friend. Then speak, Gurudeva. When will my beloved meet? The form of Japa, I recognize that mark. The love of Japa, an unparalleled attachment. The love of Japa, whose friend? Whose friend? I run. Japa, the possessor of hope, my hope... Japa, the speaker, is always His. The speaker is always His. Whose turn? Whose turn? O, keep me, when my turn comes, whose turn? Having become a servant, I take refuge at His feet. I will not say whose refuge, whose? Having become a servant of Japa, I take refuge at His feet. Whose refuge do I seek? Whose? Whose refuge should I say? Japa, feet, refuge, Gurudeva, meet. Japa, feet, refuge, Gurudeva, meet. Japa, feet, Gurudeva, meet. Japa, feet, refuge, whose do I seek? Japa, feet, refuge, whose do I seek? Victory to Gurudeva. God bless you. Thank you for watching.