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two lines)
Oh Child ! The words pour from
the lips,
To Dharma and Purana’s
path, always stick.
Your dreams will not turn out to
be a Mirage,
Always in me you will have firm
faith;
Devotees are born when devotees
go away,
And always they follow Guru’s
words and obey.
The Moon, the Sun, and the
rulers of the ten directions,
Introduced as witness to the
world, are the four Vedas;
From one era to the other I make
the devotees take birth,
The Moon and the Sun are eternal
witness to the fact.
Devotees are extremely dear to
my soul,
And for the devotees, I am a
mate forever;
Remember, devotees are more than
my life,
It is for the devotees, that I
feel and exist,
And devotees are the mate of my
life.
The Guru-Shisya feelings will
remain for ages,
Oh! So many eras roll away,
And devotees are my life’s mate.
In Satya (yuga), devotee
Munis-Rishis made austerities,
And they ended in the deep
Naimisya Woods;
In Treta (yuga), Bears and
Monkeys, they became,
And jumped the Ocean to Lanka,
holding Guru’s name,
Mercy, Oh Formless
Transcendental God ...
Mercy, Oh Formless
Transcendental God ...
And in “Dhabala Bata”, he in the
name Narayan,
The illusionary in disguise,
plays with Bhaktas ...
The illusionary in disguise, plays with Bhaktas
..
In Dwapara (yuga), you became
Gopis and Gopalas,
And you stole my heart, in the
Brindavans ...
And you stole my heart, in the
Brindavans ...
And at “Nadiya Nava” in the
family of fisherman,
I became a friend with the form
of Chaitanya,
For the divine sport and play
...
For the divine sport and play
...
And this sport and play of the
eras
And my unity in “Nama”
Is for the Kali yuga
devotee-mates ...
And for divine sport and play
...
In Kali (yuga), shall I take the
wooden deity form,
And will be reciting the name
Narayan;
After giving “Panch Mantra” to
“Pancha Janya”,
I disappeared into the wooden
form;
Words of formless Shunya;
words of the formless Shunya
And Pancha-Sakhaa mantras
will be taken by the Shisyas
Inside shall they be knowing my
name ...
Inside shall they be knowing my
name ...
As the trap catches a mouse,
So shall I catch the
Kali-devotees;
Else, I shall put a tiger-cage,
Putting bait, shall I catch them
away,
My principle will never go
stray...
My principle will never go
stray...
And poor Achyuta has taken up
the thought
To get his devotee
To get his devotee
Neither do I have a temple nor a
building,
Always below the “Bata” I stay
strong;
And to the “Bata”
I keep
tied
the body,
And from there everything
I
observe,
The direction of feeling of the
Devotee,
The direction of feeling of the
Devotee;
And
waving the flag,
I
make seeds (souls) fly,
But again, moving with the wind
I
become their mate,
Moving with the wind
I
become
their mate;
With the wind, do not let the
feelings be lost,
And this “flying” is for the
seeds best;
I give to you My Words,
Never, for wealth, did or shall
I ask,
The feelings will remain for
ages and eras...
The feelings will remain for
ages and eras...
And on some days,
Shall you remember poor
Achyuta’s words
Shall you remember poor
Achyuta’s words.
And the poor wretched I am
Arakhsita Dasa,
In devotees home I take my (a
place) “Basa”;
In the form of a watchman, I
keep vigil at the door,
And, become their savior at the
times of danger,
Oh! My forms are unknown to me
either...
Oh! My forms are unknown to me
either...
And, I spend my days like a
wretched person
Devotees are the wealth and very dear to my soul... |