Salutations to Ganesh !

Son of Gauri, Lord of peacocks,

Glory be to Him.

The learned and the saintly

Remember you, Oh Ganesh,

Before setting on a new endeavour.

Your mercy is limitless;

It is powerful.

Difficulties vanish by simply remembering you,

Just as silk cotton

Is reduced to ashes under a live fire.

I, Ganu, thy slave,

Solicit Thy favour.

Kindly charge my words with divine power.

I am a dunce,

Poetics know I not,

I shall succeed only if it’s Thy will.

Now, I prostrate before Saraswati, ¾

The Mother of the Universe.

Oh, Mother, I am Your wayward child.

I know nothing

with your grace, Mother,

A lame will ascend a mountain

And a dumb will thrall the audience.

Now, I pray to Panduranga,

The most Aged and Ancient

Lord of Pandhari,

The very essence of Existence, Knowledge and Bliss.

Protect me, Oh Lord !

You are the substratum of the Universe.

You are immanent,

You are all and in all.

You are the world,

You are the Lord,

You are the One.

You are both – with form and without,

with attributes and without.

Even the Vedas cannot fathom Your depth,

How would I Thy humble Ganu,

Measure Thy glory?

Rama’s merciful glance

Was the strength behind the monkeys.

On the banks of the Yamuna

The cowherd boys danced.

When Krishna showered his grace on them.

One need not have money to win You over.

One should renounce one’s ego

And take shelter at Your feet,

Then alone You would succour.

All the saints have been saying this.

That is why I have come here,

So help me, Oh Lord of Pandhari,

Be seated in my heart.

With only You condescending,

Shall I complete this work

And add the last line

which shall shine like a tall

Golden cap on the dome of a temple.

Oh lord of Bhavani, Oh Neelkantha, Oh Ganjadhar,

Oh Lord Tryambaka, the embodiment of Omkara.

Hold your hand on my head.

I am not afraid of the mighty Death

When You are with me.

I know, I am a Piece of iron,

While you are parasamani ¾

Your mere touch will turn me into gold.

Now I bow to the Mother of the Universe.

The Goddess of Kolhapur,

And of our house.

Oh Mother, Durga, Oh Mrudani, bless this humble Dasaganu.

Now I bow to Dattatreya,

He will inspire me

To sing the praises of Gajanan.

Now I bow to those ancient sages

Shandilya, Vasistha, Parashara, and Shankaracharya.

I bow to all the saints – Gahini, Nivrutti and

Jnyaneshwara and Tukaram and Ramdas

I bow to Sai-Baba of Shirdi

And so to meritorious Vamanashastri.

Oh, all you saints,

Make me fearless.

It is with your grace

That I Shall speak hereafter.

Mother’s love makes a child prattle,

I am your child.

A pen verily draws letters,

But can it do so all alone?

It is the person who holds it, writes.

So I am merely a pen.

You, Oh saints, are the spirit behind.

So put life into the words, I record.

Oh you listeners !

Be alert now.

Fix up your mind on Him;

This is the path of liberation.

Saints are verily the living gods on the earth,

They are the bestowers of liberation,

They are the embodiment of righteousness.

Oh you learned men,

Remember, the saints are wholesale dealers

In eternal happiness.

So, you please do listen to their glory.

The saints have not failed any one so far.

They are the guides on the road to eternity.

They are the vehicles of eternal knowledge

Those, who will fall at the feet of the saints,

Will be loved by the Lord.

So, now cleanse your mind

And make it pure to receive the life story of Gajanan.

Glory be to Bharat,

She has a hoary past

Saints have sanctified this land

From ages bygone.

Remember Narada, Dhruva, the son of

Kayadhu ¾ Prahlada, Uddhava, Sudama and Arjuna. Remember, Mahavira Hanuman,

The son of Anjani.

Think of Dharama Raja ¾who had no enemies,

And of Shankaracharya ¾ the embodiment of Vedanta.

They were really as great as the Golden Mountain ¾

Meru, and bestower of everything good to their devotees.

Again think of Madhva, Vallabha and Ramanuja,

They all protected the religion of this land.

Narasi Mehata, Tulsidads, Kabir, Kamal, Suradasa.

Can we ever forget them and

Lord Gauranga, so also, Mira, the princess ¾

Embodiment of devotion?

Gorakh, Matsyendra and Jalandhara

Great yogis !

Navanath Bhaktisar narrates their lives.

Mahipati has sung the glories

Of Nama, Narhari and Janabai,

Of Kanhopatra, Sakhu, Chokha,

Of Sawata, Kurmadas and Damaji ¾

For whom Vitthal in Bedar as a surety,

Becoming the humblest of the humble in society,

Paid for the grains in the godowns,

Distributed to thousands of the hungry.

Read Bhaktivijayam and Bhaktimala

And the three volumes

composed by this humbles self,

Wherein are given the life stories of many saints.

Gajanan is the saint supreme

Why did I not I sing his glories earlier?

When you thread a garland,

The big central flower

Is not taken up first.

You pick it up when you are half through.

Shegaon, a small village, in Vidarbha,

Or is it a lake,

wherein bloomed,

The lotus ¾ Gajanan,

Or was he a diamond,

Whose splendor glowed and charmed the world?

Limited are my abilities.

They fall short of describing

This great saint ¾ so indescribable!

Fix up your mind

At his feet,

And your are a free soul.

Rather be ye all peacocks,

To dance madly

At the sight of this cloud ¾ Gajanan,

He showers happiness on all.

The then residents of Shegaon

Surely were the luckiest of all,

How else

Could they get,

This jewel in human form?

Ramachandra Patil,

Once arrived in Pandharpur

On one Ekadashi in the mouth of Kartika.

Ere this I had cherished

The idea of writing of the life

Of this great saint.

I hesitated,

But who knows the Divine will?

Before I knew, I was in it.

None can know

The way in which God fulfils Himself.

The origin of Gajanan

Is untraceable.

Even as the beginning

And the end of the Brahman.

A diamond

Shining brightly

Is enough for catching

Attention of all.

No one would

Bother to know,

The mine from which

It was picked.


Was seen in Shegaon

For the first time

On the seventh day of the dark fortnight of Magh.

In the Indian Saka 1800.

The twenty-third day of February, 1878.

Some say,

He came there from Sajjangarh,

The fort sanctified by Samartha Ramadasa.

Possibly Samartha came

Once again on this earth,

To liberate the people.

Yogis do enter in any body,

So did Gorakha.

He came out of a dung hill,

Kanifa out of an elephant’s ear,

Changadeva out of a water hole ¾

All had immaculate births.

It was a strange sight

To see Gajanan

In a ragged tunic

Scratching the abandoned patravalis.

Gajanana had a chilim in his hand,

His sight envisioning the supraterristrial regions.

He was as resplendent

As the morning Sun.

He was there,

Picking up particles of food.

From the thrown away patravalis

Before the house of Devidas

Where the guests had participated

In the feast to celebrate

A fertility ritural.

The Upanishads say,

"Annam Barhmeti"

Food is Brahman.

Bankatlal Agarwal and Damodar Kulkarni,

They happened to go by that way,

Saw Gajanan first,

Picking up food particles.

He did not look like a beggar insane,

Nor did he look hungry.

He could have asked for food

And no sane man would have

Denied food to him,

On such an occasion.

Bankatlal said to Kulkarni,

This seems no ordinary man;

Verily, it is stated in the Bhagavata

That sages behave like madmen.

This man’s actions are of an idiot.

But he seems to be a realized soul.

Numbers of men had passed by the way.

But these two alone could recognize Gajanan ¾

Only a jeweller can know a real gem.

Diamonds and flints when in a lot,

The wise pick up diamonds

And leave the flints alone.

Bankatlal approached Gajanan

And asked him,

Whether he needed food. Gajanan was quiet.

But his face was beaming with joy.

No human from could be more handsome.

He had a broad chest and well built muscles.

Bankatlal asked Devidasa

To bring a patravali duly served.

Devidasa did so.

Gajanan touched it and ate a little.

One whose joy is contentment,

Could he take pleasure in dainty dishes?

One who is a suzerain emperor,

Will he never dance with joy,

When made a district officer?

Gajanan mixed all the fare

And ate it.

Bankatlal says to Damodar,

"No! he is not an idiot,

He is wise.

Do not test him anymore.

Blessed is our town,

He has come over here.

Blessed are we,

We have seen him.

He has come

At noon time,

When the Sun shines brightly

And birds seek shelter in leafy branches,

To keep themselves cool.

He is verily Brahman.

He is not afraid of anything.

He has partaken of the food

He has no water in his kamandalu,

Let us bring it for him.

Both asked him to give the kamandalu

So that they may bring water.

Gajanan said upto them,

"Bring water if you want.

Brahman is everywhere.

This body has taken food,

It needs water."

Both were happy to hear him speak.

Damodar went to the house for water.

But Gajanan went to a tank

Where the cattle drank.

He drank the water,

Before Damodar could say,

"Do not drink that water

I have brought this one, cool and clean

And fragrant with khus."

Maharaj Gajanan said,

"Do not say all this,

All this Universe is pervaded

By one Reality.

All things, hot and dirty

Unclean and sweety

Are the manifestations of

The same Brahman.

One who drinks

is not separate from that which is drunk.

Just fixed up your mind

On the Lord of the universe.

And know this."

Damodar and Bankatlal were overwhelmed

With an emotion of devotion.

They were about to prostrate before him.

Now that they would fall at his feet,

Gajanan ran from there,

Like a wild wind.

Who would stop him?



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Last Updated : June 23, 2010

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