SHOBODAYAM........SHRI SAINATH -STAVAN MANJARI

[Guest guest]

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 cleansed ;

The clean ones, in a trunk,

Remain far from the Godavari

banks.

 

 

Even that which remained in the trunk,

came once,

To be cleansed thoroughly

On the Godavari

banks.

 

 

The trunk is the eternal abode ;

You are the Godavari, unshakable faith is the ghat;

All beings are the garments

Full of the impurities comprising six

vices.

 

 

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 abundant foliage ;

We are the travellers, really,

Suffering from the scorching sun - rays

Of the three - fold calamities of

Life.

 

 

From that 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

?

 

 

Lock, without your grace

Nothing can be right in the world ;

SHESHAYEE befrieneded 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 " Mahra " by DAMAJI ;

TO PICK UP CORPSES OF BUFFALOES

CHOKHAMELA made JAGAD - ATMA (God)

slog.

 

 

Knowing the prowess of saints,

Jagjivan laboured by carring 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 truly 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 diseases of many

You have cured with the " Udi "

!

 

 

-- OM GURU NATHASAI GURU NATHA