In plain words
Take sorrow, say, or joy: it has no form. Nothing of it is seen directly. If you say it must not be believed because it has no form and is not seen directly, do this sorrow and joy depend on your believing? You may be sorrowful. Your friend comes and says, ‘Show me what form sorrow has, or I will not believe you.’ ‘You madman! Believe it if you believe it, leave it if you leave it; all the same, the sorrow is hurting me. How can it be shown?’ you say. If one goes on enquiring like this, can one see one's own mind? Can one see one's own Buddhi? Can one see this antaḥkaraṇa? How does one come to believe in it? ‘My mind wanders off who knows where,’ one says. The mind cannot be seen. How do you believe in it? Experiences alone are the root cause of all this. Because today's learning has grown up in this state, humanness is sinking out of sight. We must believe in the Paratattva in every object too. A man who has no faith in this Paratattva has only spent a wasted life in worldly living.
Once, Śivājī sent Samartha Rāmadās some money, some articles and ornaments. He spent his time always in charity and good works. He was a man vowed to holy renunciation. He was very poor. He had renounced every attachment. Śivājī acknowledged that such a man was doing good works. Saying to his retinue, ‘If I send such things to that renunciant, he will put them to the best use; poor man, he has no lord to look after him,’ he sent them off. They carried them in a palanquin and set them down in front of his house. They put all the things inside the house. Four of them carried the palanquin and set it down in front. Rāmadās came home after bathing in the river. He saw Śivājī's retinue there. ‘Who are you, sirs? What have you come for? In our house there are only two of us. We two are well. Why have you brought this carriage that four men carry here?’ he said. A carriage that four men carry is the bier that takes one to the cremation ground. Then they joined their palms: ‘Great soul, Śivājī-gāru has sent us here. Because you have no lord, and because the works you do are so noble, he told us to deliver all the things those works need.’ The swāmī looked up and burst out laughing. ‘Rāma! When so great a God as You is my great Lord, how could he think that I have no lord!