21.16: Jani introduced to Saints

184. The Lord of the world, having embraced all who were there, said to Nama, ‘Call Jani and bring her here, in order that she may be introduced to the saints.’

185. Gonabai remarked then to Rajai, ‘Jani is out in the fields, making dung cakes. Go and tell her that the Husband of Rukmini is calling her.’

186. Hearing this request, she hastily went and told her, ‘The Holder of the disk (Krishna) has come to our house and calls for you.’

187. Jani quickly washed her hands and came to Nama’s home, and as she saw the Lord of Pandhari she bowed prostrate before Him on the ground.

188. Dnyandev remarked to Nama, ‘I have seen a most extraordinary thing to-day. I saw the Lord of Vaikunth [Vaikuntha] (Heaven) writing down the verses of Jani with His own hand.’

189. The Ornament of His bhaktas said, ‘The writing down of the verses of Jani has brought Me no loss of dignity.

190. I declare by an oath, and make your feet a witness to it that you must regard the Marathi version of Jani as containing happy thoughts.

191. I, Govind, take the paper of pure goodness, and with divine knowledge and joy of a happy experience I sing her verses in love.

192. If anyone reads her verses I shall stand waiting upon him in his yard.’ Such were the words that Krishna used in the house of Nama:

193. ‘He who continually sings the verses of Jani, will suffer no calamities in his family life. Finally I shall certainly give him at his final end the highest form of deliverance (Sayujyata).’

194. When Vanamali (Krishna) had said this, Dnyandev burst out laughing and clapped his hands. All shouted ‘Victory, Victory.’ I will tell you who were there.

195. There was Kabir who had come from Benares. There was Chokhamela the great bhakta, and there was Robidas the shoemaker. The noble Vaishnavas wore seated there.

196. There was Sajan the Pathan, God's bhakta. Baya the butcher who was exceedingly indifferent to earthly things. There was Kamal the gardener, a great saint and always full of joy;

197. and Mukundaraj the sifter of goldsmith’s ashes, who always remained at the great door of the temple. There were Gonabai and beautiful Rajai continually crying out ‘Victory, Victory.’

198. Then there was Nama, the very dear bhakta of God. The Husband of Rukmini sat in the midst of them, just as a king in the midst of his army outshines all in glory.