pahale sāīṁ ke caraṇoṁ meṁ, apanā śīśa navāūm̐ maiṁ. kaise śirḍī sāīṁ āe, sārā hāla sunāūm̐ maiṁ.
First I bow my head at the feet of Sai, and then I narrate the entire account of how Sai arrived in Shirdi.
kauna haiṁ mātā, pitā kauna haiṁ, yaha na kisī ne bhī jānā. kahām̐ janama sāīṁ ne dhārā, praśna pahelī rahā banā.
No one ever came to know who his mother and father were, and where Sai took birth remains an unsolved riddle.
koī kahe ayodhyā ke ye, rāmacaṁdra bhagavāna haiṁ. koī kahatā sāīṁ bābā, pavana putra hanumāna haiṁ.
Some say he is Ram ji of Ayodhya, while others say Sai Baba is Hanuman, the son of the wind.
koī kahatā maṁgala mūrti, śrī gajānana haiṁ sāīṁ. koī kahatā gokula mohana, devakī naṁdana haiṁ sāīṁ.
Some say Sai is the auspicious Ganesh ji, while others say Sai is the charmer of Gokul and son of Devaki, Krishna ji.
śaṁkara samajha bhakta kaī to, bābā ko bhajate rahate. koī kaha avatāra datta kā, pūjā sāīṁ kī karate.
Many who keep him offer puja to Baba regarding him as Shiv ji, while others offer puja to Sai as an incarnation of Dattatreya.
kucha bhī māno unako tuma, para sāīṁ haiṁ sacce bhagavāna. baḍe dayālu dīnabaṁdhu, kitanoṁ ko diyā jīvana dāna.
Whatever you may consider him to be, Sai is truly God, an immensely compassionate friend of the humble who granted the gift of life to many.
kaī varṣa pahale kī ghaṭanā, tumheṁ sunāūṁgā maiṁ bāta. kisī bhāgyaśālī kī, śirḍī meṁ āī thī bārāta.
I shall tell you of an event from many years ago, when a fortunate person's wedding procession arrived in Shirdi.
āyā sātha usī ke thā, bālaka eka bahuta sundara. āyā, ākara vahīṁ basa gayā, pāvana śirḍī kiyā nagara.
Accompanying that procession was an exceedingly handsome youth, who arrived, settled there permanently, and sanctified the town of Shirdi.
kaī dinoṁ taka rahā bhaṭakatā, bhikṣā māṁgī usane dara-dara. aura dikhāī aisī līlā, jaga meṁ jo ho gaī amara.
For many days he wandered begging alms from door to door, displaying divine deeds that became immortal in the world.
jaise-jaise umara baḍhī, vaise hī baḍhatī gaī śāna. ghara-ghara hone lagā nagara meṁ, sāīṁ bābā kā guṇagāna.
As his years advanced, his glory grew accordingly, and songs of Sai Baba's praise began to resound in every home throughout the town.
dig-diganta meṁ lagā gūṁjane, phira to sāīṁjī kā nāma. dīna-dukhī kī rakṣā karanā, yahī rahā bābā kā kāma.
Soon the name of Sai Baba echoed in every direction of the horizon, and protecting the poor and distressed remained Baba's lifelong duty.
bābā ke caraṇoṁ meṁ jākara, jo kahatā maiṁ hūṁ nirdhana. dayā usī para hotī unakī, khula jāte du:kha ke baṁdhana.
Whoever went to Baba's feet pleading poverty received his grace, and the shackles of their sorrow were dissolved.
kabhī kisī ne māṁgī bhikṣā, do bābā mujhako saṁtāna. evamastu taba kahakara sāīṁ, dete the usako varadāna.
Whenever anyone begged him for the blessing of a child, Sai would say "So be it" and grant them that boon.
svayaṁ dukhī bābā ho jāte, dīna-dukhī jana kā lakha hāla. aṁta:karaṇa śrī sāīṁ kā, sāgara jaisā rahā viśāla.
Baba would himself become sorrowful on beholding the misery of the distressed, for Sai's inner heart was as vast as the ocean.
bhakta eka madrāsī āyā, ghara kā bahuta baḍā dhanavāna. māla khajānā behada usakā, kevala nahīṁ rahī saṁtāna.
A man from Madras arrived who was immensely wealthy, possessing boundless treasures but lacking an heir.
lagā manāne sāīṁ nātha ko, bābā mujha para dayā karo. jhaṁjhā se jhaṁkr̥ta naiyā ko, tuma hī merī pāra karo.
He began imploring Sainath to have mercy on him and steer his storm-tossed boat safely across the waters.
kuladīpaka ke binā aṁdherā, chāyā huā hai ghara meṁ mere. isalie āyā hūṁ bābā, hokara śaraṇāgata tere.
He prayed that darkness reigned over his home without a lineage diya, which is why he had come to surrender at Baba's feet.
kuladīpaka ke abhāva meṁ, vyartha hai daulata kī māyā. āja bhikhārī bana kara bābā, śaraṇa tumhārī maiṁ āyā.
Without an heir to continue the lineage, all material wealth is useless, so he approached Baba as a beggar seeking refuge.
de do mujhako putra dāna, maiṁ r̥ṇī rahūṁgā jīvana bhara. aura kisī kī āsa na mujhako, sirpha bharosā hai tuma para.
He begged Baba for the gift of a son and promised lifelong gratitude, placing all his faith and reliance solely in him.
anunaya-vinaya bahuta kī usane, caraṇoṁ meṁ dhara ke śīśa. taba prasanna hokara bābā ne, diyā bhakta ko yaha āśīṣa.
He pleaded profusely with his head placed at Baba's feet, whereupon Baba was pleased and bestowed his blessing upon the man.
'allā bhalā karegā terā' putra janma ho tere ghara. kr̥pā rahegī tujha para usakī, aura tere usa bālaka para.
Proclaiming "Allah will bless you," Baba decreed that a son would be born in his home and divine favour would protect both father and child.
aba taka nahīṁ kisī ne pāyā, sāīṁ kī kr̥pā kā pāra. putra ratna de madrāsī ko, dhanya kiyā usakā saṁsāra.
No one has ever found the outer limits of Sai's grace, for he blessed him with a jewel of a son and enriched his world.
tana-mana se jo bhaje usī kā, jaga meṁ hotā hai uddhāra. sāṁca ko āṁca nahīṁ hai koī, sadā jhūṭha kī hotī hāra.
Whoever offers puja to him with body and mind achieves liberation in this world, for truth faces no trial and falsehood always suffers defeat.
maiṁ hūṁ sadā sahāre usake, sadā rahūṁgā usakā dāsa. sāīṁ jaisā prabhu milā hai, itanī hī kama hai kyā āsa.
I always rely on his support and will forever remain his servant, for having found one like Sai, no greater aspiration is needed.
merā bhī dina thā ika aisā, milatī nahīṁ mujhe thī roṭī. tana para kapaḍā dūra rahā thā, śeṣa rahī nanhīṁ sī laṁgoṭī.
There was once a time in my life when I could not even obtain bread, fine clothes were out of reach, and only a small loincloth remained.
saritā sanmukha hone para bhī, maiṁ pyāsā kā pyāsā thā. durdina merā mere ūpara, dāvāgni barasātā thā.
Even with a river flowing right before me, I remained thoroughly thirsty, while my days of misfortune rained wild fire upon me.
dharatī ke atirikta jagata meṁ, merā kucha avalaṁbana na thā. banā bhikhārī maiṁ duniyā meṁ, dara-dara ṭhokara khātā thā.
Apart from the bare earth, I had no support whatsoever in this world, wandering as a beggar and stumbling from door to door.
aise meṁ ika mitra milā jo, parama bhakta sāīṁ kā thā. jaṁjāloṁ se mukta magara, jagatī meṁ vaha bhī mujhasā thā.
In that plight, I met a friend who was a close follower of Sai, free from worldly entanglements yet living in the world like me.
bābā ke darśana kī khātira, mila donoṁ ne kiyā vicāra. sāīṁ jaise dayā mūrti ke, darśana ko ho gae taiyāra.
Together we discussed going for Baba's darshan, and prepared to visit that supreme embodiment of compassion.
pāvana śirḍī nagara meṁ jākara, dekha matavālī mūrati. dhanya janma ho gayā ki hamane, jaba dekhī sāīṁ kī sūrati.
Reaching the sacred town of Shirdi and gazing upon his enchanting murti, our lives were sanctified the moment we beheld Sai's countenance.
jaba se kie haiṁ darśana hamane, du:kha sārā kāphūra ho gayā. saṁkaṭa sāre miṭe aura, vipadāoṁ kā aṁta ho gayā.
Ever since we beheld him, all our sorrow vanished completely, every trouble was erased, and all afflictions came to an end.
māna aura sammāna milā, bhikṣā meṁ hamako bābā se. pratibimbita ho uṭhe jagata meṁ, hama sāīṁ kī ābhā se.
We received honour and self-respect as alms from Baba, and we began to shine in the world through the reflection of Sai's divine radiance.
bābā ne sammāna diyā hai, māna diyā isa jīvana meṁ. isakā hī sambala le maiṁ, haṁsatā jāūm̐gā jīvana meṁ.
Baba gave me dignity and worth in this life, and drawing support from this alone, I shall journey through life with a smile.
sāīṁ kī līlā kā mere, mana para aisā asara huā. lagatā jagatī ke kaṇa-kaṇa meṁ, jaise ho vaha bharā huā.
Sai's leela has so touched my mind that he seems to fill every particle of the world.
kāśīrāma bhakta bābā kā, isa śirḍī meṁ rahatā thā. maiṁ sāīṁ kā, sāīṁ merā, vaha duniyā se kahatā thā.
A man named Kashiram lived in Shirdi, who declared openly to the whole world, "I belong to Sai, and Sai belongs to me".
sīṁkara svayaṁ vastra becatā, grāma-nagara bājāroṁ meṁ. jhaṁkr̥ta usakī hr̥daya taṁtrī thī, sāīṁ kī jhaṁkāroṁ se.
He stitched and sold garments himself across village and town markets, while the strings of his heart vibrated with the melody of Sai.
stabdha niśā thī, the soye, rajanī aṁcala meṁ cām̐da sitāre. nahīṁ sūjhatā rahā hātha ko, hātha timira ke māre.
It was a quiet night where the moon and stars lay asleep in night's lap, and one could not even see one's own hand through the dense darkness.
vastra becakara lauṭa rahā thā, hāya! hāṭa se kāśī. vicitra baḍā saṁyoga ki usa dina, ātā thā ekākī.
Alas, Kashiram was returning home from the market after selling clothes, and by strange coincidence he was traveling all alone that day.
ghera rāha meṁ khaḍe ho gae, use kuṭila anyāyī. māro kāṭo lūṭo isakī hī, dhvani paḍī sunāī.
Cruel and wicked bandits intercepted his path, shouting violent threats to strike, kill, and rob him.
lūṭa-pīṭakara use vahāṁ se, kuṭila gae caṁpata ho. āghātoṁ meṁ marmāhata ho, usane dī saṁjñā kho.
Having beaten and plundered him, the scoundrels fled the spot, while Kashiram collapsed and lost consciousness from his severe wounds.
bahuta dera taka paḍā rahā vaha, vahīṁ usī hālata meṁ. jāne kaba kucha hośa ho uṭhā, usako kisī palaka meṁ.
He lay abandoned in that condition for a long time, until consciousness faintly returned to him in a passing moment.
anajāne hī usake muṁha se, nikala paḍā thā sāīṁ. jisakī pratidhvani śirḍī meṁ, bābā ko paḍī sunāī.
Spontaneously, the name "Sai" broke from his lips, and its distant echo reached Baba's ears in Shirdi.
kṣubdha ho uṭhā mānasa unakā, bābā gae vikala ho. lagatā jaise ghaṭanā sārī, ghaṭī unhīṁ ke sanmukha ho.
Baba's mind became turbulent and he grew restless with distress, as though the entire tragedy was unfolding directly before his eyes.
unmādī se idhara-udhara taba, bābā lage bhaṭakane. sammukha cījeṁ jo bhī āīṁ, unako lage paṭakane.
Baba then began pacing frantically back and forth like one possessed, hurling to the ground whatever objects came before him.
aura dhadhakate aṁgāroṁ meṁ, bābā ne apanā kara ḍālā. hue saśaṁkita sabhī vahām̐, dekha tāṁḍava nr̥tya nirālā.
And Baba thrust his own hand into the blazing coals; everyone there was alarmed to see that strange, fierce dance.
samajha gae saba loga ki koī, bhakta paḍā saṁkaṭa meṁ. kṣubhita khaḍe the sabhī vahām̐ para, paḍe hue vismaya meṁ.
Everyone understood that some bhakt had fallen into danger; they all stood there shaken, lost in wonder.
use bacāne kī hī khātira, bābā āja vikala haiṁ. usakī hī pīḍā se pīḍita, unakā aṁtaḥsthala hai.
It was to save him that Baba was so restless that day; his innermost heart was suffering that bhakt's pain.
itane meṁ hī vidhi ne apanī, vicitratā dikhalāī. lakha kara jisako janatā kī, śraddhā saritā laharāī.
Just then fate showed its wonder, and seeing it the people's faith rose like a river in flood.
lekara saṁjñāhīna bhakta ko, gāḍī eka vahām̐ āī. sanmukha apane dekha bhakta ko, sāīṁ kī āṁkheṁ bhara āī.
A cart arrived there carrying the unconscious bhakt; seeing him before him, Sai's eyes filled with tears.
śāṁta, dhīra, gaṁbhīra, siṁdhu sā, bābā kā aṁtaḥsthala. āja na jāne kyoṁ raha-rahakara, ho jātā thā caṁcala.
Baba's heart, calm, steady and deep as the ocean, was that day somehow stirred again and again.
āja dayā kī mūrti svayaṁ thā, banā huā upacārī. aura bhakta ke lie āja thā, deva banā pratihārī.
That day compassion itself had become the healer, and for the sake of his bhakt the divine had become his guard.
āja bhakti kī viṣama parīkṣā meṁ, saphala huā thā kāśī. usake hī darśana kī khātira, umaḍe the nagara-nivāsī.
That day Kashi had passed the hard test of bhakti, and the townspeople crowded in just to see him.
jaba bhī aura jahām̐ bhī koī, bhakta paḍe saṁkaṭa meṁ. usakī rakṣā karane bābā, āte haiṁ pala bhara meṁ.
Whenever and wherever a bhakt falls into trouble, Baba comes in a moment to protect him.
yuga-yuga kā hai satya yahī, nahīṁ koī naī kahānī. āpadgrasta bhakta jaba hotā, jāte khuda aṁtaryāmī.
This is the truth of every age, no new story: when a bhakt is in distress, the one who knows every heart goes to him himself.
bheda-bhāva se pare pujārī, mānavatā ke the sāīṁ. jitane pyāre hindū-muslima, utane hī the sikkha-īsāī.
Sai was a worshipper of humanity, beyond all division; Sikhs and Christians were as dear to him as Hindus and Muslims.
bheda-bhāva, maṁdira-masjida kā, toḍa-phoḍa bābā ne ḍālā. rāma rahīma sabhī unake the, kr̥ṣṇa, karīma allātālā.
Baba broke down the walls between mandir and masjid; Ram and Rahim were all his, Krishna, Karim and Allah alike.
ghaṁṭe kī pratidhvani se gūṁjā, masjida kā konā-konā. mile paraspara hindū-muslima, pyāra baḍhā dina-dina dūnā.
Every corner of the masjid rang with the echo of the temple bell; Hindus and Muslims came together, and their love grew twofold each day.
camatkāra thā kitanā suṁdara, paricaya isa kāyā ne dī. aura nīma kī kaḍavāhaṭa meṁ bhī, miṭhāsa bābā ne bhara dī.
How beautiful the miracle that body showed: Baba filled even the bitterness of the neem with sweetness.
saba ko sneha diyā sāīṁ ne, sabako saṁtula pyāra kiyā. jo kucha jisane bhī cāhā, bābā ne usako vahī diyā.
Sai gave affection to all and loved everyone equally; whatever anyone wanted, Baba gave them just that.
aise sneha śīla bhājana kā, nāma sadā jo japā kare. parvata jaisā duḥkha kyoṁ na ho, palabhara meṁ vaha dūra kare.
Whoever keeps repeating the name of one so full of love and goodness, even a sorrow as big as a mountain, he removes in a moment.
sāīṁ jaisā dātā hamane, are! nahīṁ dekhā koī. jisake kevala darśana se hī, sārī vipadā dūra gaī.
We have never seen a giver like Sai, whose darshan alone sends every trouble away.
tana meṁ sāīṁ, mana meṁ sāīṁ, sāīṁ-sāīṁ bhajā karo. apane tana kī sudhi-budhi khokara, sudhi usakī tuma kiyā karo.
Sai in the body, Sai in the mind — keep singing "Sai, Sai"; forget yourself and keep your thoughts on him.
jaba tū apanī sudhi taja, bābā kī sudhi kiyā karegā. aura rāta-dina bābā, bābā, bābā hī tū raṭā karegā.
When you let go of thinking of yourself and think only of Baba, and day and night say nothing but "Baba, Baba, Baba",
to bābā ko are! vivaśa ho, sudhi terī lenī hī hogī. terī hara icchā bābā ko, pūrī hī karanī hogī.
then Baba will have no choice but to look after you; he will have to fulfil your every wish.
jaṁgala-jaṁgala bhaṭaka na pāgala, aura ḍhūṁḍhane bābā ko. eka jagaha kevala śirḍī meṁ, tū pāyegā bābā ko.
Don't wander from forest to forest searching for Baba; in one place alone, in Shirdi, you will find him.
dhanya jagata meṁ prāṇī hai vaha, jisane bābā ko pāyā. duḥkha meṁ, sukha meṁ prahara āṭha ho, sāīṁ kā hī guṇa gāyā.
Blessed in this world is the one who has found Baba, who in sorrow and in joy, all day and night, sings only Sai's praise.
gireṁ saṁkaṭoṁ ke parvata, cāhe bijalī hī ṭūṭa paḍe. sāīṁ kā le nāma sadā tuma, sanmukha saba ke raho aḍe.
Even if mountains of trouble fall and lightning strikes, always take Sai's name and stand firm before them all.
isa būḍhe kī suna karāmāta, tuma ho jāoge hairāna. daṁga raha gaye suna kara jisako, jāne kitane catura sujāna.
Hear the wonder this old man worked and you will be amazed; who knows how many clever, learned people were astonished to hear it.
eka bāra śirḍī meṁ sādhu, ḍhoṁgī thā koī āyā. bholī-bhālī nagara-nivāsī, janatā ko thā bharamāyā.
Once a fraud dressed as a sadhu came to Shirdi and deceived the simple townspeople.
jaḍī-būṭiyām̐ unheṁ dikhā kara, karane lagā vahām̐ bhāṣaṇa. kahane lagā suno śrotāgaṇa, ghara merā hai vr̥ndāvana.
Showing them his herbs, he began to make a speech there: "Listen, all of you — my home is Vrindavan."
auṣadhi mere pāsa eka hai, aura ajaba isameṁ śakti. isake sevana karane se hī, ho jātī hara duḥkha se mukti.
"I have a medicine with a wondrous power; just by taking it you are freed from every pain.
agara mukta honā cāho tuma, saṁkaṭa se bīmārī se. to hai merā namra nivedana, hara nara se hara nārī se.
If you want to be free of trouble and illness, then this is my humble request to every man and every woman:
lo kharīda tuma isako, isakī sevana vidhiyām̐ haiṁ nyārī. yadyapi tuccha vastu hai yaha, guṇa isake haiṁ atiśaya bhārī.
buy it, and its ways of taking are special; though it looks a small thing, its virtues are very great.
jo haiṁ saṁtati hīna yahām̐ yadi, merī auṣadhi ko khāyeṁ. putra-ratna ho prāpta, are vaha muṁha māṁgā phala pāyeṁ.
If anyone here without children takes my medicine, they will be blessed with a son and get whatever they ask for.
auṣadhi merī jo na kharīde, jīvana bhara pachatāyegā. mujha jaisā prāṇī śāyada hī, are yahām̐ ā pāyegā.
Whoever does not buy my medicine will regret it all their life; someone like me will hardly ever come here again.
duniyā do dina melā hai, mauja śauka tuma bhī kara lo. agara isase milatā hai saba kucha, tuma bhī isako le lo.
The world is a two-day fair, so enjoy yourselves too; if this gives you everything, then you take it as well."
hairānī baḍhatī janatā kī, dekha isakī kārastānī. pramudita vaha bhī mana hī mana thā, dekha logoṁ kī nādānī.
The people grew ever more amazed at his tricks, and he was secretly pleased to see how gullible they were.
khabara sunāne bābā ko yaha, gayā dauḍakara sevaka eka. sunakara bhr̥kuṭī tanī aura, vismaraṇa ho gayā sabhī viveka.
A sevak ran to tell Baba the news; hearing it, Baba's brow knotted, and he was overcome with anger.
hukma diyā sevaka ko, satvara pakaḍa duṣṭa ko lāo. yā śirḍī kī sīmā se, kapaṭī ko dūra bhagāo.
He ordered the sevak: "Seize that wicked man and bring him here at once, or drive the cheat far out of Shirdi.
mere rahate bholī-bhālī, śirḍī kī janatā ko. kauna nīca aisā jo, sāhasa karatā hai chalane ko.
Who is so low as to dare to cheat the simple people of Shirdi while I am here?
palabhara meṁ aise ḍhoṁgī, kapaṭī, nīca, luṭere ko. mahānāśa ke mahāgarta meṁ, pahum̐cā dūm̐ jīvana bhara ko.
In a moment I could send such a fraud, cheat, scoundrel and thief into the pit of ruin for the rest of his life."
tanika milā ābhāsa madārī, krūra, kuṭila, anyāyī ko. kāla nācatā hai aba sira para, gussā āyā sāīṁ ko.
The cruel, crooked trickster got a hint of it — that death now danced over his head, that Sai was angry.
palabhara meṁ saba khela baṁda kara, bhāgā sira para rakhakara paira. soca rahā thā mana hī mana, bhagavāna nahīṁ hai kyā aba khaira.
In a moment he shut down his whole show and ran for his life, thinking to himself, "God, is there any escape for me now?"
saca hai sāīṁ jaisā dānī, mila na sakegā jaga meṁ. aṁśa īśa kā sāīṁ bābā, unheṁ na kucha bhī muśkila jaga meṁ.
It is true: a giver like Sai cannot be found in the world. Sai Baba is a part of God; nothing in the world is hard for him.
sneha, śīla, saujanya ādi kā, ābhūṣaṇa dhāraṇa kara. baḍhatā isa duniyā meṁ jo bhī, mānava-sevā ke patha para.
Whoever in this world wears the jewels of love, goodness and kindness, and walks the path of serving people,
vahī jīta letā hai jagatī ke, jana-jana kā aṁtaḥsthala. usakī eka udāsī hī jaga, ko kara detī hai vihvala.
wins the heart of every person in the world; a single sorrow of his moves the whole world.
jaba-jaba jaga meṁ bhāra pāpa kā, baḍhatā hī jātā hai. use miṭāne ke hī khātira, avatārī hī ātā hai.
Whenever the weight of sin keeps growing in the world, an avatar comes to wipe it away.
pāpa aura anyāya sabhī kucha, isa jagatī kā hara ke. dūra bhagā detā duniyā ke, dānava ko kṣaṇa bhara meṁ.
Taking away all the sin and injustice of this world, he drives off the world's asura in an instant.
sneha sudhā kī dhāra barasane, lagatī hai isa duniyā meṁ. gale paraspara milane lagate, haiṁ jana-jana āpasa meṁ.
A stream of loving nectar begins to rain on this world, and people begin to embrace one another.
aise hī avatārī sāīṁ, mr̥tyu loka meṁ ākara. samatā kā pāṭha paḍhāyā, sabakā apanā āpa miṭākara.
So Sai came as an avatar into this mortal world and, setting aside every self, taught everyone the lesson of equality.
nāma dvārakā masjida kā, rakkhā śirḍī meṁ sāīṁ ne. dāpa, tāpa, saṁtāpa miṭāyā, jo kucha āyā sāīṁ ne.
In Shirdi Sai named the masjid Dwarka, and whoever came to him, Sai took away their pride, heat and suffering.
sadā yāda meṁ masta rāma kī, baiṭhe rahate the sāīṁ. pahara āṭha hī rāma nāma kā, bhajate rahate the sāīṁ.
Sai would sit absorbed in the remembrance of Ram; all day and night Sai kept repeating Ram's name.
sūkhī-rūkhī, tājī-bāsī, cāhe yā hove pakavāna. sadā pyāra ke bhūkhe sāīṁ kī, khātira the sabhī samāna.
Dry or plain, fresh or stale, or a fine dish — to Sai, who hungered only for love, all were the same.
sneha aura śraddhā se apanī, jana jo kucha de jāte the. baḍe cāva se usa bhojana ko, bābā pāvana karate the.
Whatever people offered him with love and faith, Baba would eat with relish and make it holy.
kabhī-kabhī mana bahalāne ko, bābā bāga meṁ jāte the. pramudita mana nirakha prakr̥ti, chaṭā ko ve hote the.
Sometimes Baba would go into the garden to refresh his mind, and his heart was glad watching the beauty of nature.
raṁga-biraṁge puṣpa bāga ke, maṁda-maṁda hila-ḍula karake. bīhaḍa vīrāne mana meṁ bhī, sneha salila bhara jāte the.
The many-coloured flowers of the garden, swaying gently, filled even a barren, desolate heart with the water of love.
aisī sumadhura belā meṁ bhī, duḥkha, āpada, vipadā ke māre. apane mana kī vyathā sunāne, jana rahate bābā ko ghere.
Even at such a sweet hour, people struck by sorrow, misfortune and trouble would crowd around Baba to tell him their pain.
sunakara jinakī karuṇā kathā ko, nayana kamala bhara āte the. de vibhūti hara vyathā, śāṁti, unake ura meṁ bhara dete the.
Hearing their sad stories his lotus eyes would fill with tears; giving them udi, he took away every pain and filled their hearts with peace.
jāne kyā adbhuta śakti, usa vibhūti meṁ hotī thī. jo dhāraṇa karate mastaka para, duḥkha sārā hara letī thī.
Who knows what wondrous power that udi held; for whoever put it on their forehead, it took away all their sorrow.
dhanya manuja ve sākṣāt darśana, jo bābā sāīṁ ke pāye. dhanya kamala kara unake jinase, caraṇa-kamala ve parasāye.
Blessed are those who saw Sai Baba face to face; blessed are the hands that touched his lotus feet.
kāśa nirbhaya tumako bhī, sākṣāt sāīṁ mila jātā. varṣoṁ se ujaḍā camana apanā, phira se āja khila jātā.
If only, Nirbhay, you too could meet Sai face to face, your garden laid waste for years would bloom again today.
gara pakaḍatā maiṁ caraṇa śrī ke, nahīṁ choḍatā umrabhara. manā letā maiṁ jarūra unako, gara rūṭhate sāīṁ mujha para.
If I held his holy feet, I would not let go my whole life; and if Sai were ever displeased with me, I would surely win him round.