The sun set over a quiet encampment where the air was thick with devotion. Beneath the heavy, silent branches of a banyan tree—so dense that not even a bird had built a nest within it—Shree Hari took his rest. Surrounding him, his faithful devotees settled for the night.
Suddenly, from a high platform, Shree Hari clapped his hands. The sound echoed through the camp, calling everyone to attention. As the Lord of mercy looked out at the faces of those who loved him, he began to speak words that he urged them to carry forever in their hearts.
“Listen closely,” he said. “In this human life, Satsang is your only inexhaustible treasure. It is the swiftest way to please God and the only path to true liberation.” He explained that the deeper one’s connection to the holy company, the more their sins would fade, replaced by a profound understanding of his divine greatness.
He looked at the crowd, acknowledging their sacrifices. “We have renounced the pleasures of the world to worship together,” he noted. “But remember the great kings of the past, like Priyavrat. They had every luxury and hundreds of servants, yet they walked away from it all to endure intense penance in the forests. They suffered physically and abandoned all mental comforts for me. They are truly blessed.”
Softening his voice, he reassured them. “You do not have to suffer as they did. Do not even think to yourself that you are enduring great pain for your salvation. You are already more fortunate than any who came before you.”
He reminded them of the distance he had traveled, coming from the highest Akshardham—a place beyond the reach of words and mind—to take this human form for their sake. “If you keep no desire in your mind except for me,” he promised, “you will find the highest bliss. But if you cling to desires for wealth, family, or material objects, you will only wander the cycle of births and deaths, finding nothing but misery.”
Hearing these words, the renunciants and householders were filled with joy. They bowed at his feet, some shaking their heads in wonder, others whispering “Aho! Aho!” in amazement.
This prasang has been documented by Akhandanand Varni in the 28th Chapter of Shree Hari Charitra.