Friday, July 11, 2008


A Collection from Sri Sai Satcharita

Why fear when I am here?

I am formless and everywhere

I am in everything and beyond. I fill all space.

All that you see taken together is Myself.

I do not shake or move.

If one devotes their entire time to me and rests in me, need fear nothing for body and soul.

If one sees me and me alone and listens to my Leelas and is devoted to me alone, they will reach God.

My business is to give blessings.

I get angry with none. Will a mother get angry with her children? Will the ocean send back the waters to the several rivers?

I will take you to the end.

Surrender completely to God.

If you make me the sole object of your thoughts and aims, you will gain the supreme goal.

Trust in the Guru fully. That is the only sadhana.

I am the slave of my devotee.

Stay by me and keep quiet. I will do the rest.

What is our duty? To behave properly. That is enough.

My eye is ever on those who love me.

Whatever you do, wherever you may be, always bear this in mind: I am always aware of everything you do.

I will not allow my devotees to come to harm.

If a devotee is about to fall, I stretch out my hands to support him or her.

I think of my people day and night. I say their names over and over.

My treasury is open but no one brings carts to take from it. I say, “Dig!” but no one bothers.

My people do not come to me of their own accord; it is I who seek and bring them to me.

All that is seen is my form: ant, fly, prince, and pauper

However distant my people may be, I draw them to me just as we pull a bird to us with a string tied to its foot.

I love devotion.

This body is just my house. My guru has long ago taken me away from it.

Those who think that Baba is only in Shirdi have totally failed to know me.

Without my grace, not even a leaf can move.

I look on all with an equal eye.

I cannot do anything without God’s permission.

God has agents everywhere and their powers are vast.

I have to take care of my children day and night and give an account to God of every paisa.
The wise are cheerful and content with their lot in life.

If you are wealthy, be humble. Plants bend when they bear fruit.

Spend money in charity; be generous and munificent but not extravagant.

Get on with your worldly activities cheerfully, but do not forget God.

Do not kick against the pricks of life.

Whatever creature comes to you, human or otherwise, treat it with consideration.

Do not be obsessed by the importance of wealth.

See the divine in the human being.

Do not bark at people and don’t be aggressive, but put up with others’ complaints.

There is a wall of separation between oneself and others and between you and me. Destroy this wall!

Give food to the hungry, water to the thirsty, and clothes to the naked. Then God will be pleased.

Saburi (patience) ferries you across to the distant goal.

The four sadhanas and the six Sastras are not necessary. Just has complete trust in your guru: it is enough.

Meditate on me either with form or without form, that is pure bliss.

God is not so far away. He is not in the heavens above, nor in hell below. He is always near you.

If anyone gets angry with another, they wound me to the quick.

If you cannot endure abuse from another, just say a simple word or two, or else leave.

What do we lose by another’s good fortune? Let us celebrate with them, or strive to emulate them.

That should be our desire and determination.

I stay by the side of whoever repeats my name.

If formless meditation is difficult, then think of my form just as you see it here. With such meditation, the difference between subject and object is lost and the mind dissolves in unity.

If anyone offends you do not return tit for tat.

I am the slave of those who hunger and thirst after me and treat everything else as unimportant.

Whoever makes me the sole object of their love, merges in me like a river in the ocean.

Look to me and I will look to you.

What God gives is never exhausted, what man gives never lasts.

Be contented and cheerful with what comes.

My devotees see everything as their Guru.

Poverty is the highest of riches and a thousand times superior to a king’s wealth.

Put full faith in God’s providence.

Whoever withdraws their heart from wife, child, and parents and loves me, is my real lover.

Distinguish right from wrong and be honest, upright and virtuous.

Do not be obsessed by egotism, imagining that you are the cause of action: everything is due to God.

If we see all actions as God’s doing, we will be unattached and free from karmic bondage.

Other people’s acts will affect just them. It is only your own deeds that will affect you.

Do not be idle: work, utter God’s name and read the scriptures.

If you avoid rivalry and dispute, God will protect you.

People abuse their own friends and family, but it is only after performing many meritorious acts that one

gets a human birth. Why then come to Shirdi and slander people?

Speak the truth and truth alone.

No one wants to take from me what I give abundantly.

Do not fight with anyone, nor retaliate, nor slander anyone.

Harsh words cannot pierce your body. If anybody speaks ill of you, just continue on unperturbed.

Choose friends who will stick to you till the end, through thick and thin.

Meditate on what you read and think of God.

I give my devotees whatever they ask, until they ask for what I want to give.

You should not stay for even one second at a place where people are speaking disrespectfully of a saint.

If you do not want to part with what you have, do not lie and claim that you have nothing,

but decline politely saying that circumstances or your own desires prevent you.

Let us be humble.

Satsang that is associating with the good is good. Dussaya, or associating with evil-minded people,

is evil and must be avoided.

What you sow, you reap. What you give, you get.

Recognize the existence of the Moral Law as governing results. Then unswervingly follow this Law.

All gods are one. There is no difference between a Hindu and a Muslim. Mosque and temple are the same.

Fulfill any promises you have made.

Death and life are the manifestations of God’s activity. You cannot separate the two. God permeates all.

Mukti is impossible for those addicted to lust.

Gain and loss, birth and death are in the hands of God.

When you see with your inner eye. Then you realize that you are God and not different from Him.

Avoid unnecessary disputationò

The giver gives, but really he is sowing the seed for later: the gift of a rich harvest.

Wealth is really a means to work out dharma.

If one uses it merely for personal enjoyment, it is vainly spent.

To God be the praise. I am only the slave of God.

God will show His love. He is kind to all.

Whenever you undertake to do something, do it thoroughly or not at all.

One’s sin will not cease till one falls at the feet of Sadhusò

Be ashamed of your hatred. Give up hatred and be quiet.

The Moral Law is inexorable, so follow it, observe it, and you will reach your goal:

God is the perfection of the Moral Law.

I am your servants’ servant.

Always think of God and you will see what He does.

Have faith and patience. Then I will be always with you wherever you are.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

SHRI SAINATH - STAVAN MANJARI

I bow down to Shri GANESH.

Oh, MAYURESHWARA, you are the one on whom we depend,

Oh, Son of GAURI, the all-knowing,

Oh, You inconceivable one,

You with an immeasurable belly,

Protect me, oh, Shri GANAPATI

You are the first and foremost of all Ganas

and of all the deities;

Therefore, you are called “GANESH”

You are acknowledged by all the “SHASTRAS” [sacred books];

You of sacred countenance, oh, BHALACHANDRA!

Oh, SHARADA, Goddess of Speech!

You are the mistress of the realm of words;

Because of your existence,

All worldly transactions are carried on.

You are the deity revered by all authors;

You are eternally the pride of this nation;

Your infinite power prevails everywhere.

I bow to you, JAGADAMBE.

You are the Supreme Spirit and beloved of the saints!

Incarnation in human form of PANDHARIRAYA

You are the ocean of kindness and infinite compassion;

Oh Panduranga Narahari!

You, who control the world like a puppeteer with his strings,

You are omnipresent;

All the sciences and sacred books are still delving

To plumb the essence of your nature.


Those who are pedagogues,

To them, you are not revealed, oh CHAKRAPANI;

All those foolish people

Only indulge in the jugglery of words.

Only the saints understand you

Others remain baffled.

To you, my obeisance,

Respectful and with my whole body

prostrate in veneration before you.

Oh, You, five - headed SHANKRA,

Oh, You, wearer of garland of skulls,

Oh, You, blue - throated DIGAMBARA

Oh, You, BRAHMARUPA PASHUPATI!

One who receits your name all the time,

His worldly adversities are immediately dissolved

Such is, oh DHURJATI,

The power of your name.

With obeisance at your feet,

I am writing this paean of praise;

Help me always to complete this mission,

Oh, you, NILAKNTHA - the blue - throated one!

Now, let me bow to the son of Arti [DATTATREYA],

To the family deity of Indira (VISHNU)

To Tukaram and all other saints;

So, also, to all the devotees.

Hail, Hail to you, Sainath,

Redeemer of sinners and merciful one!

I lay my head down at your feet;

Now give me your protection.

You are the whole world, the abode of bliss;

You, yourself, are Vishnu, the paragaon among men;

One whose wife is Uma!

You are also that enemy of Cupid.

You are God in human form!

You are the sun in the sky of knowledge!

You are the ocean of kindness!

You are the anti-dote for worldly maladies!

You are the CHINTAMANI of the poor and the down-trodden!

You are the divine purifer (Ganges river) for your devotees!

You are the raft for those drowning in worldliness!

You are the refuge of the timid.

You are the very cause of this creation!

That which is pure CHAITANYA!

You are that Oh, very treasure of compassion;

The universe is only one of your LEELAS.

You are not born!

Death also does not affect you!

This is the final conclusion

Which one arrives at, after thoughtful search.

Birth and death,

These concepts are born of ignorance!

From both you are free

Oh, Lord, of course!

If water appears as a spring,

Does it imply that its source is there?

It existed already, full and flush,

Merely sprang up from within the earth.

Water that springs up in a hollow

Is, therefore, so described or named;

A "spring" becomes its proper name.

Without the water, it is only a hollow.

To spring up and to dry up and disappear,

This is not the nature of water;

Because the water of the spring

Has no importance for the hollow it fills.

It is only the hollow that is mistakenly proud

Of itself, rather than the water that filled it.

Therefore, when the water dries up

The hollow becomes impoverished.

The human body is really like the hollow water bed;

The spirit (pure energy) is like the pure clean water of the spring;

Although there are innumerable such hollows

The essence is the same in everyone.

Until now, who are without a beginning,

I say to you, merciful one,

To destroy the mountain of ignorance

Please become the thunderbolt of Indra!

Until now, such hollow (beings)

Have existed in large numbers, on this earth.

Many more exist even now,

And, in the future, as time goes by, many more will come.

Each such hollow (being)

Is given a separate and different name and appearnce;

That is how, in this world,

They are identified.

Therefore, to distinguish that spirit

In terms of “you and me” is not proper;

Because, as there is no duality

That itself is most surely, the Spirit

And, since the Spirit

Truly encompasses the whole world,

Then, the "you and me" the duality concept,

How can it possibly be entertained?

Water latent in the clouds

Is all the same;

But when it descends upon the earth,

It assumes different forms.

That which falls in the Godavari bed

Is known as the (sacred) River Godavari;

That which falls into a well

Does not have the same worthiness or prestige.

Saints are the river Godavari,

And, you are the water in it

We are the puddles, wells and lakes;

That is the difference between us.

For the fulfilments of our lives

We must surrender to you,

Always, with folded hands,

Because you are the embodiment of piety.

It is due to its water - bed

That the waters of Godavari have become holy;

Considered merely as water,

It’s the same everywhere.

The bed of Godavari

That is considered as truly sacred,

Owes all its sanctity

To the quality of the land through which it flows

The water latent in the clouds

Does not alter that part of the earth on which it falls;

Yet, that very part of the earth,

Is called Godavari (or pure) by the scholars

of the sacred books.

Where the water has fallen elsewhere,

It has acquired the qualities of the soil on those places;

Contaminated, bitter, salty it becomes

Though originally sweet.

Same is the case with you, oh, GURURAYA,

In whom there is no impurity of the six vices,

To that holy form

This title, “Saint” is befitting.

Therefore saints are Godavari

So full of grace;

Amongst all the beings

Your place is the highest!

From the beginning of creation

Godavari has been in existence;

It has been full of water

And it has never lacked it till today.

Look, the enemy of RAVAN

Came to the banks of the Godavari

But it’s water has flowd

And the water at present is not the same as old water.

The bed alone remains the same,

The water have flowed into the ocean,

The sancity is eternal

Of the river - bed, to this day.

Each year,

The old waters go and the new

Flow into the river bed;

It’s the law, as you know.

A century is like a year.

The sages of that century

Are like the flowing waters

While the great souls are like the waves on the water.

Of these saints who are like Godavari,

In the early centuries,

There was a great flood

Of SANAT - SANAK - SANANDAN.

Followed by NARADA and TUMBER

DHURVA, PRAHLAD, powerful king BALI,

SHABARi, ANGAD, VAYUKUMAR,

VIDUR, GOPE - GOPIKA.

Thus, many came the present time

In each of the centuries of the past;

The floods came repeatedly,

Which I am unable to recount.

In this present century,

The sacred Godavari

Has for certain flooded this land

In your form, Oh, Sainath!

Therefore at your divine feet

I make obeisance;

Maharaj, of my faults

Take no notice, I plead.

I am a poor, wretched, ignorant man,

The greatest of sinners;

Ridden with vices,

But do not cast me off!

The inherent defects of iron

Are ignored by "parisa"

The small streams of the village, Lendi and ohol

Are not rejected by the Godavari.

I am full of vices within.

By your merciful glance,

Do, do quickly destroy them.

This, only, is the plea of "DAS"

If after coming in contact with the “parisa”!

The iron’s inherent defects

Do not change, GURUVARA,

Then, it is to the discredit of the “parisa”!

Don’t let me be a sinner

Don’t belittle yourself,

Look, you are ‘parisa’, I am the iron;

My discharge is your concern too.

A child always commits mistakes,

But a mother does not scold;

Remembering this,

Grant me your grace.

Oh, Sadguru Sainath,

You are my "KAPATURU"!

You are the means for crossing this worldly ocean,

you alone are so - undoubtedly.

You are "KAMDHENU"!

You are "CHINTAMANI"!

You are the sun in the sky of knowledga,

You are great mine of virtues!

Oh, you are the ladder to heaven!

Oh, pious, purest one,

Oh, embodiment of peace and bliss,

Oh, the Supreme Self,

Oh, the non-dual one, the ocean of knowledge;

Oh, incarnation of the Supreme wisdom, the best among men,

Oh, abode of forgiveness and peace,

Oh, refuge of devotees,

Bless me, bless me!

You are the Sadguru MACHINDER

You are the Mahatama JALANDER,

You are NIVRATINATH, DNYANESHWAR,

KABIR, SHEIKH MOHAMMED, EKNATH, you are.

You are BODHLA You are SAVATAMALI,

You are truly RAMDAS,

You are TUKARAM, Sainath,

You are SAKHA You are MANIKPRABHU

Your present manifestation,

And your manifold nature

are really difficult to understand!

The knowledge about your caste and creed

You do not reveal to anybody.

Some say you are a Muslim,

Some say you are Brahmin,

Thus like Krushana,

You too, are inscrutable!

Having observed SHREE KRISHNA,

Different people called him by various names.

Some call him ‘YADU BUHSAN’

Some call him a cowherd.

YASHODA called him a darling,

KANSA called him a great evil,

UDDHAV called him beloved,

ARJUN called him Omniscient.

Thus, oh GURUVARA, To you

According to each person’s conclusion

Based on his mental attitude,

Names are give, by them.

The masjid being your dwelling,

And your ears not being pierced,

Nothing your offering the ‘FATEHA’

To call you a Muslim is logical!

Similarly, considering the worship of fire,

As done by you, Lord of Mercy,

My own conclusion is

That you are a Hindu!

But these superficial differences

Would interest only pedagogues;

But for those devotees desirous of knowledge

They are of no consequences.

You are BRAHMA Itself!

Caste and creed have no relevance to you;

You are the Guru Supreme!

You are the creator of this world!

There was Hindu - Muslim rivalry;

Therfore to bring about unity and amity,

The masjid and the fire worship were embraced by you,

To show your “leela” to the devotees.

You are beyond caste and greed,

You are Brahman, the essance of Truth;

You are That, verily,

You are beyond human conception!

Giving free rein to surmises and conjectures,

Arguments have flourished about you.

There, my insignificant

Words, how will they prevail?

But when I behold you,

I cannot remain silent;

Because, for encomium, words

Are normally the only means.

Therefore, by means of words,

Whtaever description is possible,

That I will always proffer,

With your grace.

Saints, I reckon

Higher than gods;

For distinctions such as mine and thine

Find not a place in their proximity.

HIRANYAKASHAPU and RAVANA

Were killed because of their hatred of god;

Such a deed ha never been done by saints.

GOPICHAND, IN the heap of garbage,

Buried JALANDARA;

But that sage

Had no rancour for that act.

On the contrary, the king was delivered

from the material world

And was immortalised;

Such is the prowess of the saints,

It is indescribable!

Saints are the Sun,

Their grace is illuminating;

Saints are as pleasing as the moon,

Their benignness is as gentle as moonlight.

Saints, are the soothing musk,

Their blessing are like it’s fragrance,

Saints are the juicy sugarcane,

Their blessings are like its sweetness.

Saints, towards the good and the bad,

Are the same, definitely.

On the contrary, their love for the sinners

Is immeasurable.

In the waters of the Godavari,

Only the soiled clothes come to be cleaned;

The clean ones;in a trunk,

Remain far from the Godavari banks.

Even that which remained in the trunk,

came once,

To be cleaned throughly

On the Godavari banks.

The "DARSHAN" of your feet

Is like a bath in the Godavari;

Wash away my sins.

Oh, Samarth, and purify me!

We worldly people

Gather layers of impurities again and again;

Therefore, we are the right people

For the “DARSHAN” of saints.

In the abundant waters of the Godavari

Comes the wash, to be cleansed at the GHATS;

If, it is really left unattended,

Then, it is a discredit to the Godavari!

You are the cool, shady tree, with abundent foliage;

We are the travellers, really,

Suffering from the scorching sun-rays

Of the three-fold calamities of Life.

From the blazing heat, oh compassionate one,

Protect us, Oh GURURAYA.

The benign grace of your cool shade

Is extraordinary!

Sitting under a tree,

If one feels the heat of the sun,

Then, who will call that tree

The shade-giving tree?

Look, without your grace

Nothing can be right in the world;

SHESHSHAYEE befriended ARJUNA,

To uphold the right.

Due to the kindness of SUGRIV, BIBHISHANA

Came in contact with King RAM,

It is due to the saints,

That Shri Hari is thus glorified.

BRAHMAN, being formless,

VEDAS cannot describe it.

Be endowing it with forms,

The saints have reduced the importance of the formless!

VAIKUNTHAPATI, husband of RUKMINI,

was made a “mahar” by DAMAJI;

TO PICK UP CORPSES OF BUFFALOES

CHOKHAMELA made JAGAD-ATMA (God) slog.

Knowing the prowess of saints,

Jagjivan laboured by carrying water.

Saints have truly lorded,

Over God Himself, who is Eternal Truth

- Knowledge - Bliss.

There is no need to speak more.

You are our mother and our father,

Oh, Sadguru Sainath,

Dweller of Shirdi village.

Baba, Your "LEELAS"

No one can comprehend;

Then, my plebain speech

How can it do justice, tell me?

To save the sinners,

You came to Shirdi;

Pouring water into earthen lamps,

You made them burn.

The wooden plank of absurdly small measures

You turned into your bed, truly;

Thereby displaying to the devotees

Your amazing yogic powers!

The barrenness of many women

You have completely dispelled;

The disease of many

You have cured with the "Udi"!

TO ward off worldly difficulties

Is not impossible for you.

The weight of an ant,

Does the elephant consider as a burden?

So be it, GURURAYA,

Have mercy on the humble one.

I surrender at your feet,

Do not turn me away.

You are the king of kings,

You are richer than KUBER himself,

You are the Healer par excellence,

No one is superior to you!

For the worship of other deities.

The ritual is as prescribed.

But, for your worship,

There is nothing worthy of you!

Look, in the realm of the sun,

The festival of DEEPAVALI has come;

But to celebrate it,

what should be the means?

To quench the ocean’s

Thirst, adequate water cannot be found on earth;

To warm the fire

From where will the heat be found?

All articles needed for the worship

Are filled with your essence;

From the beginning, they are part of you,

Oh, SHREESAMARTHA GURURAYA!

All my talk is a philosophical statement,

For I have not experienced its truth.

I have spoken without experience,

A meaningless maze of words.

If ritualistic worship

Of You, is to be performed by me,

To do that, I Have no wherewithals,

My SAMARATHA GURURAYA!

Mostly with the help of my imagination only

Will I worship you.

That worship itself, oh, compassionate one,

Do accept from this slave.

Now with my tears

I bathe your feet;

The sandlewood of true devotion

I make into paste and apply.

The long tunic ("KAFNI") of these ornamental words.

I place on you, sincerely;

This garland of adoration,

I place round your neck.

The incense of vileness

I burn before You, truly;

Though it is of impure composition

Even then, there will be no foul-odour from it.

Elsewhere, than before the Sadguru,

If incense is burnt,

What happens to that incense

Is like this

When the incense is put on the fire,

The moment it actually touches it

The fragrance from the incense

Leaves it instantly.

Before you, it’s contrary;

The impurities burn away in the fire,

The good remains for ever

For the world to see.

Once the vileness of the mind is burnt away,

The mind will become purer;

Once the Ganga’s impurity is gone,

Then it is holy, naturally

The light of temptations

I kindle, most truly,

From which, may the lusture of asceticism

Be granted to me, oh GURUVARA!

The throne of pure faith

I offer you as a seat;

On receiving it

Accept the offering ("naivedya") of devotion.

You partake the offerings of devotion,

Give me the essence;

Because I am your child

I have a claim on your milk.

My mind is my monetary offering ("DAKSHINA")

That I offer to you;

Therefore, the credit or discredit of any action

Will no longer be mine.

Now most humbly and devotedly

I do abeisance to you;

Please accept it,

Oh divine Sainath!

EIGHTFOLD PRAYER


Possessing peaceful mind, and wisdom supreme,

Sainath, the compassionate,

You are ocean of kindness, truth incarnate,

And destroyer of the darkness of ignorance!

The sage, beyond caste and greed you are,

Beyond comprehension, compassion incarnate;

Protect me, protect me,

Oh, Sainath of Shirdi!

You are the sun of Divine knowledge

The bestower of choicest blessings;

Oh, fabled HAMSA of the minds of the devotees,

Protector you are of those who surrender to you.

You are BRAHMADEV, creator of the world;

You, the sustainer of the world, VISHNU;

The destroyer of the three worlds,

You are that very RUDRA!

There is no place on this earth,

where you are not.

Omniscient, oh you Sainath,

You dwell in all our hearts.

Forgive us all our sins

I implore you!

And those weaves of doubts and delusions,

Repel instantly.

You are cow, I the calf

You are moon, I the stone melted by its light;

At your feet, which are like the Ganges,

Respectfully the slave (DAS) bows down!

Place on my head

Your hand and bless me, oh Lord!

Wars off my sorrow and worry

For this GANU is your servant.

With this eight-fold prayer

I prostrate myself before;

My sins (demerits), suffering and poverty

Ward off immediately.

You are the cow and I the calf;

You are the mother and I the child;

Do not harbour

Any harsh feelings towards me.

You are the sandlewood from Malagiri;

I’m a thorny shrub.

You are the life giving waters of Godavari,

I, the greatest sinners.

If after having your “DARSHAN”

The impurities of my wicked mind remains

Unchanged, GURURAYA,

Who will then call you sandlewood?

The proximity of must (“KAASTURI”)

makes even the dust more valuable;

The fragrance of flowers is transmitted

To the thread which ties the garlands.

This is the way of the great.

Whosoever they come in touch with,

To him they impart

A part of their greatness.

Sacred ashes, join cloth and the bull,

SHIVA made symbolic parts of himself;

Therefore, these objects

Are praised in all quarters.

For the amusement of the cowherds,

At Vrindavan, on the banks of the Yamuna,

The lord of the World played “DAHI-KALA”

That too has earned recognition from wise men.

Similarly, I am a sinner,

But, I am under your protection;

Will you not redeem me, Oh, GURURAYA,

From my sinful state?

Worldly or spiritual,

In whatever objects I seek satisfaction,

I have no doubt, O GURURAYA,

That you will grant me these.

With your grace,

Control my mind;

If the oceans are sweetened

There is no fear of their being salty.

To make the oceans sweet

Truly you have the powers.

Therefore, this supplication of Dasganu,

Please concede.

Whatever my shortcomings,

They are all your!

You are the foremost among the spiritual masters,

So do not stint while giving.

Now, why should I speak more?

You are my only refuge.

The child held in the mother’s arms,

Is naturally without fear.

So be it. This hymn of praise,

Whosoever read with love,

Their desires

Fulfil, O Lord.

Your blessing for this hymn

I entrest.

May the difficulties of he who recites this sincerely,

Be warded off within a Year.

After performing all ablutions,

Should this hymn, be recited regularly,

With a pure and sincere feeling

In your heart.

If this be not possible

Then on every “Ekadasi”

This hymn should be read

To realize the beneficial effect.

One who recites this, with faith

Will ultimately progress spiritually by the Grace of GURU,

Who will satiate the material desires readily,

And thereby deliver him from their bondage.

With repeated recitations of this hymn,

Dull wits will be sharpened.

And, if perchance, someone’s life is short,

Then, by recitation; he will live upto a hundred years!

Where wealth is wanting,

KUBER, the Lord of wealth himself will come to stay,

Oh reading this hymn.

This is the Truth, and so it shall be.

To the childless, children will be born

On reciting this hymn.

And the ailment of one who recites this hymn

Will be dispelled in all directions.

Fear and worry will disappear,

Prestige will increase.

He will realise the imperishable BRAHMAN

With the regular recitation of this hymn.

Regarding this hymn, Oh wise ones,

Have faith in your hearts

Above the efficacy of this hymn;

And give no place

To doubts and misconceptions.

Go on pilgrimage to Shirdi,

Concentrate on the lotus feet of Baba,

Who is the succour of the poor and the meek,

The wish-fulfilling tree for the devotees!

It was because of the inspiration received from Him

That this hymn has been composed.

How else could an insignificant ignorant one, like me,

Have written it?

In Shake 1840

In the bright half of th BHADRAPAD month,

On GANESH-CHATURTHI day,

Monday, in the second ‘PRAHAR’,

This humble tribute of praise to Shri Sainath,

Was completed at Maheshwaram

By the sacred bank of the Narmada

Near Shri Ahilya Devi’s SAMADHI.

At Maheshwara, the famous TIRTHA,

The hymn was completed.

Shri Sai nath made me utter every word

By becoming part of my mind.

The disciple Damodar

Became the scribe truly,

I Das, Ganu, Am only an obedient servent

Of all the saints and sages.

Peace be with you! May this humble tribute

of praise to Shri Sainath

Help you cross the worldly ocean.

This is the prayer, with faith and respect

Of Das Ganu, to Shri Panduranga.

Let this be offered to Shri Hari-Hara!

Bless us, O Lord!

PUNDALIK VARDA (fulfiller of wishes) HARI-VITHAL!

I recall sitakanta! Hail Hail Rama

Parvati-pate Har-Har Mahadev!

Hail to Shri Sadguru Sainath Maharaj!

Shri Sadguru Sainath, I offer this to you

Bless us, O Lord!

Friday, July 4, 2008

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GURUR BRAMHA GURUR VISHNU GURUR DEVO MAHESHWARA
GURUR SAAKSHAT PARA BRAMHA TASMAI SHREE GURUVE NAMAH

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Sai Baba's 11 Promises



  1. No harm shall befall him who sets his foot on the soil of Shirdi.

  2. He who cometh to My Samadhi, his sorrow and suffering shall cease.

  3. Though I be no more in flesh and blood, I shall ever protect My devotees.

  4. Trust in Me and your prayer shall be answered.

  5. Know that My Spirit is immortal. Know this for yourself.

  6. Show unto Me he who sought refuge and been turned away.

  7. In whatever faith men worship Me, even so do I render to them.

  8. Not in vain is My Promise that I shall ever lighten your burden.

  9. Knock, and the door shall open. Ask and ye shall be granted.

  10. To him who surrenders unto Me totally I shall be ever indebted.

  11. Blessed is he who has become one with Me.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Chayeh Ram Kaho ....
Rehman KahoChayeh Ved pado....
Ya puraanMera Sai sabhi mein samaaya
Sabh par us ki chhaaya

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.''What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,chances are that I may let your hand go.But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,you will never let my hand go.'In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather thanexpecting them to hold yours...

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Rinanubandh - Karmic ties with Shree Sainath

ॐ श्री साईंनाथाय नमः

"One can choose their friends but not relatives.", said someone.
But in case of the mystic saint of Shirdi, it is the rinanubandh that gets the simple human to be close to the lord. The past karma, will decide your future. the seed sown years back reaps the fruit in the future. Some karma done years back will bounce back at you at some time or the other. This time dimension cant be predicted but one thing is for sure. What shall go shall come. The Universal eyes of Truth follow us every second to record our karmas. Hence the saints say that do good karma. But if we surrender our senses to the teachings of these messiahs one can get rid from the bondage of karma. Its our karma again that brings us in contact of the saints like Shree Saibaba of Shirdi.
In this blog I shall compile some write ups about how devotees of Shree Saibaba knew Him or rather How did He get the devotees come to Him. It is definitely some previous bondage that allows us to get closer to Him.

May the merciful Lord bless all!
ॐ श्री साईंनाथाय नमः

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