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8 May 2020

Bhaja Govindam

This is the title of a sacred chant composed by Adi Sankaracharya — most respected genius in the Indian Spiritual or deeply religious arena. Like Jesus, another enlightened religious genius on this planet, he also had passed away at the early age of 33 leaving an ever lasting impact on humanity. It is a great joy to chant this lore. Its rhythms generate vibrations inspiring One to start dancing sponta-neously! A western sensitive lady has chanted these sacred verses in original Sanskrit language! The link for this video chanting is also sent along-with this Message.

You Tube Video

Sage-saint Sankaracharya persuades and inspires us to abandon mind’s myths and stupidities to wake up in wisdom of Divinity — Division-free Awareness — Krishna or Govind in so many beautiful melodious verses. A very dedicated and technically expert senior Kriyaban has presented this docu-ment in Sanskrit as well as in English languages side by side. It runs into five pages —- printed both front and overleaf. Please meditate on this document as also see and hear the video chanting. Perhaps tears in joyful ecstasy will flow. This is the humble suggestion from Guruji!!

Jai Govindam-Krishnam Adiguruparamam

Bhaj Govindam

Sanskrit Verse	English Translation
	Worship Govinda, worship Go-vinda, worship Govinda, Oh fool! Rules of grammar will not save you at the time of your death.
	Oh fool! Give up your thirst to amass wealth, devote your mind to thoughts to the Real. Be content with what comes through actions already per-formed in the past.
	Do not get drowned in delusion by going wild with passions and lust by seeing a woman’s navel and chest. These are nothing but a modification of flesh. Fail not to remember this again and again in your mind.
	The life of a person is as uncertain as rain drops trembling on a lotus leaf. Know that the whole world remains a prey to disease, ego and grief.
	So long as a man is fit and able to support his family, see what affec-tion all those around him show. But no one at home cares to even have a word with him when his body totters due to old age.
	When one is alive, his family mem-bers enquire kindly about his wel-fare. But when the soul departs from the body, even his wife runs away in fear of the corpse.
	The childhood is lost by attach-ment to playfulness. Youth is lost by attachment to woman. Old age passes away by thinking over many things. But there is hardly anyone who wants to be lost in parabrahman.
	Who is your wife ? Who is your son ? Strange is this samsaara, the world. Of whom are you ? From where have you come ? Brother, ponder over these truths.
	From satsangha, company of good people, comes non-attachment, from non-attachment comes free-dom from delusion, which leads to self-settledness. From self-settled-ness comes Jeevan mukti.
	What good is lust when youth has fled? What use is a lake which has no water? Where are the relatives when wealth is gone? Where is samsaara, the world, when the Truth is known?
	Do not boast of wealth, friends, and youth. Each one of these are destroyed within a minute by time. Free yourself from the illu-sion of the world of Maya and at-tain the timeless Truth.
	Daylight and darkness, dusk and dawn, winter and springtime come and go. Time plays and life ebbs away. But the storm of desire never leaves.
	Daylight and darkness, dusk and dawn, winter and springtime come and go. Time plays and life ebbs away. But the storm of desire never leaves.
	Oh mad man! Why this engross-ment in thoughts of wealth? Is there no one to guide you? There is only one thing in three worlds that can save you from the ocean of samsaara, get into the boat of satsangha, company of good peo-ple, quickly.
	This bouquet of twelve verses (2-13) was imparted to a grammarian by the all-knowing Shankara, adored as the bhagavadpada.
Looks like the above one is the only one related to Bhaj Govindam. Sharing the rest of the Shlokas as well below.
The following 14 form chaturdashama njarikaa.
Stanza below is attributed to padmapaada.	There are many who go with mat-ted locks, many who have clean shaven heads, many whose hairs have been plucked out; some are clothed in orange, yet others in various colours — all just for a livelihood. Seeing truth revealed before them, still the foolish ones see it not.
	Strength has left the old man’s body; his head has become bald, his gums toothless and leaning on crutches. Even then the attach-ment is strong and he clings firmly to fruitless desires.
	Behold there lies the man who sits warming up his body with the fire in front and the sun at the back; at night he curls up the body to keep out of the cold; he eats his beggar’s food from the bowl of his hand and sleeps beneath the tree. Still in his heart, he is a wretched puppet at the hands of passions.
Stanza attributed to Subodha.	One may go to Gangasagar, ob-serve fasts, and give away riches in charity! Yet, devoid of jnana, nothing can give mukti even at the end of a hundred births.
	Take your residence in a temple or below a tree, wear the deerskin for the dress, and sleep with mother earth as your bed. Give up all attachments and renounce all comforts. Blessed with such vair-gya, could any fail to be content ?
	One may take delight in yoga or bhoga, may have attachment or detachment. But only he whose mind steadily delights in Brahman enjoys bliss, no one else.
	Let a man read but a little from Bhagavad Gita, drink just a drop of water from the Ganges, worship but once muraari. He then will have no altercation with Yama.
	Born again, death again, again to stay in the mother’s womb! It is indeed hard to cross this bound-less ocean of samsaara. Oh Mu-rari! Redeem me through Thy mercy.
	There is no shortage of clothing for a monk so long as there are rags cast off on the road. Freed from vices and virtues, onward he wanders. One who lives in com-munion with God enjoys bliss, pure and uncontaminated, like a child and as an intoxicated.
	Who are you? Who am I? From where do I come? Who is my mother, who is my father? Ponder thus, look at everything as es-sence-less and give up the world as an idle dream.
Stanza attributed to surendra.	In me, in you and in everything, none but the same Vishnu dwells. Your anger and impatience is meaningless. If you wish to attain the status of Vishnu, have sa-mabhaava, equanimity, always.
	Waste not your efforts to win the love of, or to fight against, friend and foe, children and relatives. See yourself in everyone and give up all feelings of duality com-pletely.
	Give up lust, anger, infatuation, and greed. Ponder over your real nature. Fools are they who are blind to the Self. Cast into hell, they suffer there endlessly.
	Regularly recite from the Gita, meditate on Vishnu in your heart, and chant His thousand glories. Take delight to be with the noble and the holy. Distribute your wealth in charity to the poor and the needy.
	He who yields to lust for pleasure leaves his body a prey to disease. Though death brings an end to everything, man does not give-up the sinful path.
	Wealth is not welfare, truly there is no joy in it. Reflect thus at all times. A rich man fears even his own son. This is the way of wealth everywhere.
	Regulate the praanas, life forces, remain unaffected by external in-fluences and discriminate be-tween the real and the fleeting. Chant the holy name of God and silence the turbulent mind. Per-form these with care, with ex-treme care.
	Oh devotee of the lotus feet of the Guru ! May thou be soon free from Samsaara. Through disci-plined senses and controlled mind, thou shalt come to experi-ence the indwelling Lord of your heart !
	Thus a silly grammarian lost in rules cleansed of his narrow vision and shown the Light by Shan-kara’s apostles.
	Worship Govinda, worship Go-vinda, worship Govinda, Oh fool! Other than chanting the Lord’s names, there is no other way to cross the life’s ocean.