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Bolie Shri Sachchidanand Sadguru Sainath Maharaj ki Jai!

Om Sai Ram!

Pahle Sai ke charanon mein, apna sheesh namaaun main.

Kaise Shirdi Sai aaye, saara haal sunaaun main.

Kaun hai maata, pita kaun hai, ye na kisi ne bhi jaana.

Kahan janm Sai ne dhaara, prashn paheli raha bana.

Koi kahe Ayodhya ke, ye Ramchandra bhagwaan hain.

Koi kahta Sai Baba, Pawan putra Hanuman hain.

Koi kahta mangal moorti, Shri Gajanand hain Sai.

Koi kahta Gokul Mohan, Devaki nandan hain Sai.

Shankar samjhe bhakt kai to, Baba ko bhajte rahte.

Koi kah avatar Datt ka, pooja Sai ki karte.

Kuchh bhi maano unko tum, par Sai hain sachche bhagwaan.

Bade dayaalu deenbandhu, kitnon ko diya jeevan daan.

Kai varsh pahle ki ghatna, tumhein sunaaunga main baat.

Kisi bhagyashaali ki, Shirdi mein aayi thi baaraat.

Aaya saath usi ke tha, baalak ek bahut sundar.

Aaya, aakar wahin bas gaya, paavan Shirdi kiya nagar.

Kai dinon tak bhatakta, bhiksha maang usne dar-dar.

Aur dikhaai aisi leela, jag mein jo ho gayi amar.

Jaise-jaise amar umar badhi, badhti hi waise gayi shaan.

Ghar-ghar hone laga nagar mein, Sai Baba ka gungaan.

Dig-digant mein laga goonjne, phir to Sai-ji ka naam.

Deen-dukhi ki raksha karna, yahi raha Baba ka kaam.

Baba ke charanon mein jaakar, jo kahta main hoon nirdhan.

Daya usi par hoti unki, khul jaate dukh ke bandhan.

Kabhi kisi ne maangi bhiksha, do Baba mujhko santaan.

Evam astu tab kahkar Sai, dete the usko vardaan.

Swayam dukhi Baba ho jaate, deen-dukhi jan ka lakh haal.

Antahkaran Shri Sai ka, saagar jaisa raha vishaal.

Bhakt ek Madraasi aaya, ghar ka bahut bada dhanwaan.

Maal khazaana behad uska, keval nahin rahi santaan.

Laga manaane Sainath ko, Baba mujh par daya karo.

Jhanjha se jhankrit naiya ko, tumhin meri paar karo.

Kuldeepak ke bina andhera, chhaaya hua ghar mein mere.

Isliye aaya hoon Baba, hokar sharnaagat tere.

Kuldeepak ke abhaav mein, vyarth hai daulat ki maaya.

Aaj bhikhaari bankar Baba, sharan tumhaari main aaya.

De do mujhko putra-daan, main rini rahoonga jeevan bhar.

Aur kisi ki aasha na mujhko, sirf bharosa hai tum par.

Anunay-vinay bahut ki usne, charanon mein dhar ke sheesh.

Tab prasann hokar Baba ne, diya bhakt ko yah aasheesh.

“Allah bhala karega tera”, putra janm ho tere ghar.

Kripa rahegi tujh par uski, aur tere us baalak par.

Ab tak nahin kisi ne paaya, Sai ki kripa ka paar.

Putra ratna de Madraasi ko, dhanya kiya uska sansaar.

Tan-man se jo bhaje usi ka, jag mein hota hai uddhaar.

Saanch ko aanch nahin hain koi, sada jhooth ki hoti haar.

Main hoon sada sahare uske, sada rahoonga uska daas.

Sai jaisa prabhu mila hai, itni hi kam hai kya aas.

Mera bhi din tha ek aisa, milti nahin mujhe roti.

Tan par kapda door raha tha, shesh rahi nanhi si langoti.

Sarita sanmukh hone par bhi, main pyaasa ka pyaasa tha.

Durdin mera mere oopar, daavagni barsaata tha.

Dharti ke atirikt jagat mein, mera kuchh avalamb na tha.

Bana bhikhaari main duniya mein, dar-dar thokar khaata tha.

Aise mein ek mitra mila jo, param bhakt Sai ka tha.

Janjaalon se mukt magar, jagati mein vah bhi mujhsa tha.

Baba ke darshan ki khaatir, mil donon ne kiya vichaar.

Sai jaise daya moorti ke, darshan ko ho gaye taiyaar.

Paavan Shirdi nagar mein jaakar, dekh matwaali moorati.

Dhanya janm ho gaya ki humne, jab dekhi Sai ki soorati.

Jab se kiye hain darshan humne, dukh saara kaafoor ho gaya.

Sankat saare mite aur, vipadaaon ka ant ho gaya.

Maan aur sammaan mila, bhiksha mein humko Baba se.

Pratibimbit ho uthe jagat mein, hum Sai ki aabha se.

Baba ne sanmaan diya hai, maan diya is jeevan mein.

Iska hi sambal le main, hansta jaaunga jeevan mein.

Sai ki leela ka mere, man par aisa asar hua.

Lagta jagati ke kan-kan mein, jaise ho vah bhara hua.

“Kashiram” Baba ka bhakt, Shirdi mein rahta tha.

Main Sai ka Sai mera, vah duniya se kahta tha.

Seekar swayam vastra bechta, graam-nagar baazaaron mein.

Jhankrit uski hriday tantri thi, Sai ki jhankaaron mein.

Stabdh nisha thi, the soye, rajani aanchal mein chaand sitaare.

Nahin soojhta raha haath ko, haath timir ke maare.

Vastra bechkar laut raha tha, haay! haat se Kaashi.

Vichitra bada sanyog ki us din, aata tha ekaaki.

Gher raah mein khade ho gaye, use kutil anyaayi.

Maaro kaato looto iski hi, dhvani padi sunaai.

Loot peetkar use vahaan se, kutil gaye champat ho.

Aaghaaton mein marmaahat ho, usne di sangya kho.

Bahut der tak pada rah vah, vahin usi haalat mein.

Jaane kab kuchh hosh ho utha, vahin uski palak mein.

Anjaane hi uske munh se, nikal pada tha Sai.

Jiski pratidhvani Shirdi mein, Baba ko padi sunaai.

Kshubdh ho utha maanas unka, Baba gaye vikal ho.

Lagta jaise ghatna saari, ghati unhin ke sanmukh ho.

Unmaadi se idhar-udhar tab, Baba lage bhatakne.

Sanmukh cheejein jo bhi aayi, unko lagne patakne.

Aur dhadhakte angaaron mein, Baba ne apna kar daala.

Hue sashankit sabhi vahaan, lakh taandav-nritya niraala.

Samajh gaye sab log, ki koi bhakt pada sankat mein.

Kshubhit khade the sabhi vahaan, par pade hue vismay mein.

Use bachaane ki hi khaatir, Baba aaj vikal hai.

Uski hi peeda se peedit, unki antahsthal hai.

Itne mein hi vividh ne apni, vichitrata dikhlaai.

Lakh kar jisko janata ki, shraddha sarita lahraai.

Lekar sangyaa-heen bhakt ko, gaadi ek vahaan aayi.

Sanmukh apne dekh bhakt ko, Sai ki aankhein bhar aayi.

Shaant, dheer, gambheer, sindhu sa, Baba ka antahsthal.

Aaj na jaane kyon rah-rahkar, ho jaata tha chanchal.

Aaj daya ki moorti swayam tha, bana hua upchaari.

Aur bhakt ke liye aaj tha, dev bana pratihaari.

Aaj bhakti ki visham pareeksha mein, safal hua tha Kaashi.

Uske hi darshan ki khaatir the, umde nagar-nivaasi.

Jab bhi aur jahan bhi koi, bhakt pade sankat mein.

Uski raksha karne Baba, aate hain palbhar mein.

Yug-yug ka hai satya yah, nahin koi nai kahaani.

Aapat-grast bhakt jab hota, jaate khud antaryaami.

Bhed-bhaav se pare pujaari, maanavata ke the Sai.

Jitne pyaare Hindu-Muslim, utne hi the Sikh Isaai.

Bhed-bhaav mandir-masjid ka, tod-phod Baba ne daala.

Raah Raheem sabhi unke the, Krishn Kareem Allah-Taala.

Ghante ki pratidhvani se goonja, masjid ka kona-kona.

Mile paraspar Hindu-Muslim, pyaar badha din-din doona.

Chamatkaar tha kitna sundar, parichay is kaaya ne di.

Aur neem kaduvaahat mein bhi, mithaas Baba ne bhar di.

Sab ko sneh diya Sai ne, sabko santul pyaar kiya.

Jo kuchh jisne bhi chaaha, Baba ne usko vahi diya.

Aise sneh-sheel bhaajan ka, naam sada jo japa kare.

Parvat jaisa dukh na kyon ho, palbhar mein vah door tare.

Sai jaisa daata hum, are nahin dekha koi.

Jiske keval darshan se hi, saari vipada door gayi.

Tan mein Sai, man mein Sai, Sai-Sai bhaja karo.

Apne tan ki sudhi-budhi khokar, sudhi uski tum kiya karo.

Jab tu apni sudhi taj, Baba ki sudhi kiya karega.

Aur raat-din Baba-Baba, hi tu rata karega.

To Baba ko are! vivash ho, sudhi teri leni hi hogi.

Teri har ichchha Baba ko, poori hi karni hogi.

Jangal, jangal bhatak na paagal, aur dhoondhne Baba ko.

Ek jagah keval Shirdi mein, tu paayega Baba ko.

Dhanya jagat mein praani hai vah, jisne Baba ko paaya.

Dukh mein, sukh mein prahar aath ho, Sai ka hi gun gaaya.

Gire sankaton ke parvat, chaahe bijli hi toot pade.

Sai ka le naam sada tum, sanmukh sab ke raho ade.

Is boodhe ki sun karaamat, tum ho jaaoge hairaan.

Dang rah gaye sunkar jisko, jaane kitne chatur sujaan.

Ek baar Shirdi mein saadhu, dhongi tha koi aaya.

Bholi-bhaali nagar-nivaasi, janata ko tha bharmaaya.

Jadi-bootiyan unhein dikhaakar, karne laga vah bhaashan.

Kahne laga suno shrotagan, ghar mera hai Vrindavan.

Aushadhi mere paas ek hai, aur ajab isme shakti.

Iske sevan karne se hi, ho jaati dukh se mukti.

Agar mukt hona chaaho, tum sankat se beemaari se.

To hai mera namra nivedan, har nar se, har naari se.

Lo khareed tum isko, iski sevan vidhiyaan hain nyaari.

Yadyapi tuchchh vastu hai yah, gun uske hain ati bhaari.

Jo hai santati heen yahan yadi, meri aushadhi ko khaaye.

Putra-ratna ho praapt, are vah munh maanga phal paaye.

Aushadhi meri jo na khareede, jeevan bhar pachtayega.

Mujh jaisa praani shaayad hi, are yahan aa paayega.

Duniya do dinon ka mela hai, mauj shauk tum bhi kar lo.

Agar isse milta hai, sab kuchh, tum bhi isko le lo.

Hairaani badhti janata ki, lakh iski kaarastaani.

Pramudit vah bhi man-hi-man tha, lakh logon ki naadaani.

Khabar sunaane Baba ko yah, gaya daudkar sevak ek.

Sunkar bhrikuti tani aur, vismaran ho gaya sabhi vivek.

Hukm diya sevak ko, satvar pakad dusht ko laao.

Ya Shirdi ki seema se, kapti ko door bhagaao.

Mere rahte bholi-bhaali, Shirdi ki janata ko.

Kaun neech aisa jo, saahas karta hai chhalne ko.

Palbhar mein aise dhongi, kapti neech lutere ko.

Mahaanaash ke mahaagart mein pahuncha, doon jeevan bhar ko.

Tanik mila aabhaas madaari, kroor, kutil anyaayi ko.

Kaal naachta hai ab sir par, gussa aaya Sai ko.

Palbhar mein sab khel band kar, bhaaga sir par rakhkar pair.

Soch raha tha man hi man, bhagwaan nahin hai ab khair.

Sach hai Sai jaisa daani, mil na sakega jag mein.

Ansh eesh ka Sai Baba, unhein na kuchh bhi mushkil jag mein.

Sneh, sheel, saujanya aadi ka, aabhooshan dhaaran kar.

Badhta is duniya mein jo bhi, maanav seva ke path par.

Vahi jeet leta hai jagati ke, jan jan ka antahsthal.

Uski ek udaasi hi, jag ko kar deti hai vihval.

Jab-jab jag mein bhaar paap ka, badh-badh hi jaata hai.

Use mitaane ki hi khaatir, avtaari hi aata hai.

Paap aur anyaay sabhi kuchh, is jagati ka har ke.

Door bhaga deta duniya ke, daanav ko kshan bhar ke.

Sneh sudha ki dhaar barasne, lagti hai is duniya mein.

Gale paraspar milne lagte, hain jan-jan aapas mein.

Aise avtaari Sai, mrityulok mein aakar.

Samata ka yah paath padhaaya, sabko apna aap mitaakar.

Naam Dwaraka masjid ka, rakha Shirdi mein Sai ne.

Daap, taap, santaap mitaaya, jo kuchh aaya Sai ne.

Sada yaad mein mast Ram ki, baithe rahte the Sai.

Pahar aath hi Ram naam ko, bhajte rahte the Sai.

Sookhi-rookhi taaji baasi, chaahe ya hove pakwaan.

Sauda pyaar ke bhookhe Sai ki, khaatir the sabhi samaan.

Sneh aur shraddha se apni, jan jo kuchh de jaate the.

Bade chaav se us bhojan ko, Baba paavan karte the.

Kabhi-kabhi man bahlaane ko, Baba baag mein jaate the.

Pramudit man mein nirakh prakriti, chhata ko ve hote the.

Rang-birange pushp baag ke, mand-mand hil-dul karke.

Beehad veeraane man mein bhi, sneh salil bhar jaate the.

Aisi samudhur bela mein bhi, dukh aapaat, vipada ke maare.

Apne man ki vyatha sunaane, jan rahte Baba ko ghere.

Sunkar jinki karun-katha ko, nayan kamal bhar aate the.

De vibhooti har vyatha, shaanti, unke ur mein bhar dete the.

Jaane kya adbhut shakti, us vibhooti mein hoti thi.

Jo dhaaran karte mastak par, dukh saara har leti thi.

Dhanya manuj ve saakshaat darshan, jo Baba Sai ke paaye.

Dhanya kamal kar unke jinse, charan-kamal ve parsaaye.

Kaash nirbhay tumko bhi, saakshaat Sai mil jaata.

Varshon se ujda chaman apna, phir se aaj khil jaata.

Gar pakadta main charan Shri ke, nahin chhodta umrabhar.

Mana leta main zaroor unko, gar roothte Sai mujh par.

Sabka Maalik Ek!

Glory to Shri Sachchidanand Sadguru Sainath Maharaj!

Om Sai Ram!

First, I bow my head at the lotus feet of Sai.

I shall narrate the whole story of how Sai came to Shirdi.

Who is His mother, who is His father, no one has ever known this.

Where Sai took birth, remains an unsolved puzzle.

Some say He is Lord Ramachandra of Ayodhya.

Some say Sai Baba is Hanuman, the son of the wind.

Some say Sai is the auspicious idol, Lord Gajanand (Ganesha).

Some say Sai is Gokul Mohan, the son of Devaki (Krishna).

Many devotees consider Him Shankar (Shiva) and keep worshiping Baba.

Some call Him an incarnation of Dattatreya and worship Sai.

Whatever you believe Him to be, Sai is the true God.

Very merciful, the friend of the poor, He gave the gift of life to many.

An incident from many years ago, I will tell you about it.

A marriage procession of a fortunate one had come to Shirdi.

Along with it came a very beautiful child.

He came, and settled there, and made the town of Shirdi holy.

Wandering for many days, He begged for alms from door to door.

And showed such divine play, which became immortal in the world.

As His immortal age increased, His glory also increased.

The praises of Sai Baba started in every house in the town.

Then the name of Sai Ji began to echo in all directions.

To protect the poor and sorrowful, this remained Baba's work.

Going to Baba's feet, whoever says "I am poor."

He has mercy on them, and the bonds of sorrow are opened.

Saying "Evam Astu" (So be it), Sai would give them the boon.

Baba Himself would become sad, seeing the condition of the poor and sorrowful.

The heart of Shri Sai was vast like the ocean.

A Madrasi devotee came, a very wealthy man of the house.

He had immense wealth and treasure, but had no child.

He started pleading with Sainath, "Baba, have mercy on me.

Only you can steer my boat, caught in the storm, across."

Without the lamp of the lineage (a son), darkness shadows my house.

That is why I have come, Baba, taking your refuge.

In the absence of an heir, the illusion of wealth is useless.

Today, becoming a beggar, Baba, I have come to your shelter.

Give me the gift of a son, I will be indebted to you for life.

I have no hope from anyone else, I only trust in you.

He pleaded and requested a lot, placing his head at His feet.

Then becoming pleased, Baba gave this blessing to the devotee.

“Allah will do you good,” a son will be born in your house.

His grace will be on you, and on that child of yours.

Until now, no one has found the limit of Sai's grace.

Giving the jewel of a son to the Madrasi, He blessed his world.

Whoever worships Him with body and mind, gets salvation in the world.

Truth has nothing to fear, falsehood always faces defeat.

I am always dependent on Him, I will always remain His servant.

I too had such a day, when I couldn't even get bread.

Clothes were far from my body, only a tiny loincloth remained.

Even with a river in front of me, I remained thirsty.

My bad days were raining a forest fire upon me.

Besides the earth, I had no other support in the world.

Becoming a beggar in the world, I stumbled from door to door.

In such a state, I met a friend who was a supreme devotee of Sai.

Free from worldly entanglements, but in the world, he too was like me.

For the sake of Baba's darshan (vision), we both made a plan.

To see the idol of mercy like Sai, we got ready.

Going to the holy town of Shirdi, seeing His intoxicating idol.

Our birth became blessed, when we saw the face of Sai.

Since we had His darshan, all our sorrow vanished into thin air.

All crises were erased, and calamities came to an end.

We received respect and honor as alms from Baba.

We reflected in the world, by the radiant aura of Sai.

Baba has given respect, has given honor in this life.

Taking this as my support, I will go on laughing in life.

The divine play of Sai had such an effect on my mind.

It feels as if He is filled in every particle of the universe.

"Kashiram", a devotee of Baba, lived in Shirdi.

"I am Sai's, Sai is mine," he used to tell the world.

Stitching clothes himself, he sold them in village and town markets.

The strings of his heart vibrated with the melodies of Sai.

It was a still night, everyone slept, moon and stars in the lap of the night.

Hand could not see hand, because of the deep darkness.

He was returning after selling clothes, alas! from the market, Kashi.

It was a strange coincidence that day, he was coming alone.

Surrounding him on the path, cruel and unjust men stood.

"Beat, cut, loot him," only this sound was heard.

After looting and beating him there, the wicked men fled.

Deeply wounded by the blows, he lost consciousness.

He lay there for a long time, in that same condition.

Who knows when he regained some consciousness, right there in a blink.

Unknowingly, from his mouth, the word "Sai" slipped out.

The echo of which was heard by Baba in Shirdi.

His mind became agitated, Baba became restless.

It felt as if the whole incident had happened right in front of Him.

Like a madman, here and there, Baba started wandering.

Whatever things came in front of Him, He started throwing them.

And into the blazing embers, Baba thrust His own hand.

Everyone there became apprehensive, seeing this unique fierce dance (Tandava).

Everyone understood, that some devotee had fallen into a crisis.

Everyone stood there agitated, but fell into astonishment.

Just for the sake of saving him, Baba is restless today.

Suffering from his pain, is His inner heart.

Just then, destiny showed its strange ways.

Seeing which, the river of the public's faith surged.

Carrying the unconscious devotee, a cart arrived there.

Seeing the devotee in front of Him, Sai's eyes filled with tears.

Peaceful, patient, grave, like an ocean, was Baba's inner heart.

Today, not knowing why, it kept becoming restless again and again.

Today the idol of mercy Himself, had become the healer.

And for the devotee today, the God had become a guard.

Today, in the difficult test of devotion, Kashi had succeeded.

Just for the sake of his darshan, the townspeople had gathered.

To protect him, Baba arrives in a moment.

Beyond discrimination was the priest, Sai belonged to humanity.

As dear as Hindus and Muslims were, so were Sikhs and Christians.

The discrimination of temple and mosque, Baba broke and dismantled.

The path of Rahim, all were His, Krishna, Karim, Allah Ta'ala.

Every corner of the mosque echoed with the sound of the bell.

Hindus and Muslims met each other, love grew leaps and bounds day by day.

How beautiful the miracle was, that this body introduced.

And even in the bitterness of Neem, Baba filled sweetness.

Sai gave affection to everyone, He loved everyone equally.

Whatever anyone wished for, Baba gave them exactly that.

Whoever constantly chants the name of such an affectionate vessel.

Even if the sorrow is like a mountain, it goes away in a moment.

A giver like Sai, oh, we have not seen anyone.

Just by His mere sight, all calamities vanished.

Sai in the body, Sai in the mind, keep chanting Sai-Sai.

Losing the awareness of your own body, keep remembering Him.

And day and night, you keep repeating only "Baba-Baba".

Then Baba, oh! becoming compelled, will have to take care of you.

Every wish of yours, Baba will have to fulfill.

Do not wander like a madman from jungle to jungle, searching for Baba.

In only one place, in Shirdi, you will find Baba.

Blessed is that being in the world, who has found Baba.

In sorrow, in joy, all eight watches (24 hours), they sang the virtues of Sai.

Even if mountains of crises fall, even if lightning strikes.

You always take the name of Sai, stand firm in front of everything.

Hearing the miracle of this old man, you will be amazed.

Hearing which they remained stunned, who knows how many clever and wise people.

Once in Shirdi, a hypocrite saint arrived.

He delusioned the innocent townspeople, the public.

Showing them herbs and roots, he started giving a speech.

Started saying, "Listen audience, my home is Vrindavan.

I have one medicine, and there is a strange power in it.

Just by consuming it, one gets freedom from sorrow.

If you want to be free, from crises, from disease.

Then it is my humble request, to every man, every woman.

Take it, buy it, its methods of consumption are unique.

Although this is a trivial object, its virtues are extremely heavy.

Whoever is childless here, if they eat my medicine.

They will obtain the jewel of a son, oh, they will get their desired fruit.

Whoever does not buy my medicine, will regret it for life.

A being like me, perhaps, oh, will ever be able to come here again."

The world is a fair of two days, you also enjoy and fulfill your desires.

If from this you get everything, you also take this.

The public's astonishment grew, seeing his trickery.

He was also delighted in his heart, seeing the ignorance of the people.

To tell this news to Baba, one servant ran.

Hearing it, His eyebrows tightened, and He forgot all discretion.

He ordered the servant, "Catch the wicked one immediately and bring him.

Or from the borders of Shirdi, chase the deceiver far away.

While I am here, to the innocent people of Shirdi.

Which lowly person is this, who dares to cheat them?

In a moment, such a hypocrite, deceitful lowly robber.

I will send him to the great pit of destruction, for his entire life."

The juggler got a slight hint, the cruel, crooked unjust one.

Death is now dancing on his head, Sai has gotten angry.

In a moment, closing all his play, he ran putting his feet on his head.

He was thinking in his mind, "Oh God, there is no safety now."

It is true, a donor like Sai, cannot be found in the world.

A fraction of God is Sai Baba, nothing is difficult for Him in the world.

Wearing the ornaments of affection, modesty, courtesy, etc.

Whoever moves forward in this world, on the path of serving humanity.

He alone wins the inner heart of every person in the world.

Just one sadness of His, makes the world distressed.

Just for the sake of erasing it, an Avatar (Incarnation) comes.

Taking away all the sins and injustices of this world.

He chases away the demons of the world, in a fraction of a moment.

The stream of the nectar of affection starts raining in this world.

People start embracing each other mutually.

Such an Avatar, Sai, coming into the mortal world.

Taught this lesson of equality, erasing everyone's ego.

Sai named the mosque in Shirdi "Dwaraka" (Dwarakamai).

He erased the pride, fever, and sorrow of whatever came to Sai.

Always intoxicated in the memory of Rama, Sai used to sit.

For all eight watches (24 hours), Sai kept chanting the name of Rama.

Dry and rough, fresh or stale, or whether it be a delicacy.

For Sai, who was hungry for the deal of love, all were equal.

Whatever people brought and gave with their affection and faith.

Baba used to make that food holy with great fondness.

Sometimes to amuse His mind, Baba used to go to the garden.

With a delighted mind, He used to observe the beauty of nature.

The colorful flowers of the garden, gently swaying.

Even in the rugged deserted mind, they used to fill the water of affection.

Even in such a sweet time, struck by sorrow, emergencies, and calamities.

People remained surrounding Baba, to tell the agony of their minds.

Hearing whose pitiful stories, His lotus eyes used to fill up.

Giving 'Udi' (sacred ash) for every agony, He filled their hearts with peace.

Who knows what wonderful power was there in that 'Udi'.

Whoever applied it on their forehead, it took away all their sorrow.

Blessed are those humans who got the direct vision of Baba Sai.

Blessed are those lotus hands of His, which touched their lotus feet.

I wish, fearlessly, you too would meet Sai directly.

Our garden, ruined for years, would bloom again today.

If I caught hold of Shri's feet, I would not leave them for a lifetime.

I would certainly persuade Him, if Sai ever got upset with me.

Sabka Maalik Ek!

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