To find himself seated between the gods,
Flanked by the most powerful friends.
Who lives only by Bhakti,
for all he knows is Shiva.
Who by lighting the holy flame
Brings the ancient back to life.
In the company of three Pavan Putras does she sit—
Not even Prabhu, who brings joy to all, was that lucky!
Second, they invoke Rudra.
And third, they summon Courage.
For all three are the true movers of things!
Yet see how they run to Her!
The Hardest to Approach,
Yet see how they run to Her!
They are their Mother's children.
This, a child knows best,
That magic of youth.
Do we feel the full weight of our heritage
Calling us back to the beginning.
Won't you show them your wide strides?
Or have they seen them and that's why they chant "Hari!"?
Their hearts stirred, hearing Shri Hari's name:
Vitthala! Vitthala! Vitthala!
for the one who removes them.
No devotee is too small
for the one who protects them.
With triumph signal the coming!
As the thunder booms so shall you
Roar to all who have come: He is here!
and smiles a goddess.
What else could it be?
She wears Shakti for a crown!
tended to by Muralidhara,
and cared for by Raghu's finest:
Infinite salutations, O Tulsi!
a girl basks in divinity.
Hers is the loudest prayer:
May Bhakti be everywhere.
is proof enough that Dharma is a family affair.
to have known only Rama,
to have loved only Rama.
but immortality claimed the name.
That is the story of all our heroes,
made deathless by deed and fame.
—A Mehsani Proverb
but ornaments he carried:
His jewels were living temples.
"I brought the Three Worlds instead," replied Mirabai.
At holy Yamuna's banks it burns,
Brighter and purer than all the fires of men.
conquers those who do not.
He who wins, is dear to all.
He is the Vijeta, the gods' favorite.
touch her first, and then me, too."
"You've been here before?" asked Tukaram and Kanhopatra.
"Yes, whenever I'd chant Hari's name."
Shakti is coming.
in ancient Varanasi,
a man has faith,
and so he endures.
come bearing good news:
Dharma, O men, will win.
Do you not see who come in full stride?
'Tis the jewels of Dasharath who come marching,
those treasures from Raghu's line.
To that one, messenger of the gods: svaha!
To that one, the heat within, our fire: svaha!
these men draped in color?
They were the best
that Nandgaon could muster,
these Holi warriors.
O dearest Nandi?
We go way back,
surely you can tell me.
Those whom Shakti holds dear."
When Ganga gave Fire
To the world of men.
Your soldier has come!
To whom shall I bring ruin?
Who is that unfortunate soul,
That foeman who dares us?
for I have been in a meditative state,
and know not of all that has transpired.
Before the beginning
And after the end,
Timeless reality: Pranam.
give this to the Lord of Lords,
a prayer from my heart, tell Him:
"I will take on every challenge,
if only He be with me."
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Dharma, thy arrow.
Dharma, thou art.
to answer Shri Gobind's call,
these Panj Pyare,
of unwavering faith and courage.
there was a Hindu temple,"
thus spoke Vishwakarma.
prayers have been answered,
bringing only good tidings.
Is that magic still lives even today.