Song 88

In plain words

Come, O fair ladies, let us go and see Sai Baba! He wears a robe down to the ground, they say; He is clad in blue and yellow silk, they say; His form is the Supreme Light, they say; He is the Paramātma, Sai Baba. Come, let us see Sai Baba! In the town of Puṭṭaparthi, in the dwelling of His devotees, saying He will grant Mukti, He has taken His stand above all, they say. On the bank of the Citrāvatī, at the end of the little hill, the Dweller of Parthi shows Himself openly before all, they say. He is the Dweller of Shirdi, they say; the little Sai Lord, they say; He has a deftness of hand, they say; He gives all that is asked, they say. He is Śiva, Rāma and Kṛṣṇa, they say; in His leaping He is the very wind, they say; He is all these forms, they say; He shows them to true devotees, they say. Born in the Kali Age, He is the God of the Kali times, they say; He takes away impurities, they say; He is an ocean of compassion, they say. The devotees are His bedding, they say; His own power is the cradle, they say; the songs of men are its four fine chains, they say. Wherever devotees call Him, He runs off to them, they say; like a calf behind the cow, He goes leaping, they say. In His eyes there is ever the look of compassion, they say; sweetness keeps overflowing, they say; charming are His words, they say. Rather than fail to know His glory, be caught in the net of Māyā and become wretched, a good path has been found, they say. The moment He thinks of it, vibhūti touches His hand, they say; in an instant He takes it and gives it to those in distress, they say. However many tasks there may be, in full measure, of Śrī Sainātha, becoming as the full moonlight, never loosening our hold, we shall sing. However many tasks there may be, in full measure, to the abode of Śrī Sainātha we shall press on, never loosening our hold. Come, come, all of you, to lovely Parthi; let us go to see Sai in His adornment, our eyes blossoming with joy. O senseless fools, come to your senses today; set out, set out quickly, and come to Parthi. With a gentle smile, the lovely sand today, as soon as He closed His hand and looked, fell down as a laḍḍu. Calling it mantra and tantra, some unfortunate ones think it so; senseless, deluded people brood on it in secret. Leave all this, and singing bhajan with love, so that you may bear your hardships, set out and come to Parthi. Today, in Baba's temple, among the gathered devotees, while a garland of famed tulasī is being strung, joyfully today the Sai Lord is with the devotees of Kuppam; praising Him in song to your heart's content, come here. In the lamp called Prema, pour the oil called Bhakti, set in it the wick called anger, and wave the ārati to your heart's content. Victory and auspiciousness, Sainātha; holy auspiciousness, Gurunātha; all auspiciousness be Yours, Sainātha; accept it. Should anyone on earth sing this song, or merely hear it, the Lord of Parthi comes to that place, they say, and reveals His form of Supreme Light.