गुरु ने जिसे अपनी शरण में ले ही लीया, वह तो मौके ढूंढता रहता है झूमने के लिए. धीरे धीरे उसके सुख  और दुःख समान होने लगते हैं. वह तो हमेशा उनका धन्यवाद करता रहता है. अपने गुरु की बात निकले, तो  वह गर्वित हो उठता है. जो समझ न पाएँ, उनपर वह जताता तो  नहीं; पर जब मस्ती छलक जाए तो  वह रोक नहीं पाता। आज नहीं तो कल वह तो नाच ही उठता है. उसका भी मन करता है की वह कैसे दुनिया के डर को छोड़ दे और खड़ा हो जाए और नाचे अपने गुरु के सामने। यही उसके धन्यवाद करने का तरीका समझता है.

उसके गीतों में भाव छलकने लगते हैं; उसकी प्रार्थना तो एक ही होती है अपने गुरुदेवजीसे : बस अभी अभी तो झूमने लगा हूँ. खबर नहीं पिछले जनम कैसे गए हों, अब तो आ गया हूँ.बस गुरुदेव आप यह मेरी स्थिति बनाए रखना।



     That man who has been taken under shelter by the Guru, that man looks for opportunities to show his joy. Slowly and slowly, his joys and sorrows begin to become one. He always keeps on thanking his mentor. Whenever people talk of his Guru, his heart fills with pride. He doesn't tell to people who will not understand, but when the ecstasy pours out in him, he cannot stop himself. Today or tomorrow he will dance.His heart wants to stop fearing the world and get the courage to stand up and dance in front of his Guru! It is his way of saying thanks. His songs show his heart's feelings of gratitude. There is only one prayer he makes to his preceptor : It is only now I have come to dance. I do not know how many lifetimes I may have wasted, but now that I have come to you, please keep me in this state forever! 



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Translation of :  मैं तो बद था ही
                        बदनाम भी हुआ

                          I was already known as having nothing good in me,

{With time } I grew more in infamy.

The world slandered me some, 

some stains I acquired myself .

My caravan would have gone on like this

If Your door had not come in between!

I am still going on in the same old way,

 I  am still no good, I still keep on acquiring blemishes,

But still whenever I come to Your door,

My ill fame vanishes away

And I do not know where the stains on my character disappear!

And in that {subtle} atmosphere that you create;

My heart brims over. 

That cup which You hold out forth for others to drink;

That cup calls me forth; and for that 

My hand comes out to hold! 

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"Out of the night that covers me

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul." 

Under the bludgeoning of fortunes

I have stood as the best,

And I have walked, and slipped,

and sometimes taken rest.

This I could achieve, never alone

But I had my Teacher with me,

Who told me where the North Star shone

And His teachings I carry in my heart within me.

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Credits:

The first paragraph, "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole" Is from the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley.

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LORD HANUMAN SHOWING LORD RAMA AND SITA IN HIS HEART

SWAMI SATYANANDJI MAHARAJ

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR FOR US ! CELEBRATING TWIN BIRTHDAYS OF OUR SADGURU SWAMI SATYANANDJI MAHARAJ AND LORD HANUMAN ON 21ST AND 22ND MAY 2016 AT AMOGH DHAM!

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Credits:
Image of Lord Hanuman: Anant Shivaji Desai
http:/www.barodaart.com/oleographs_ramayana.html

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