In plain words
With that wedding party He came back to Shirdi and stayed. That was 1858. Having gone round the whole country, He came to Shirdi. From then until 1918 He never left Shirdi. For 60 years He was there. Living there in this way, He passed His time in such doings: talking with those who came, giving them courage and daring equal to their sorrows, teaching them a few remedies for their troubles. Little by little the news of this Bābā kept spreading over the whole world.
While things were so, there lived in the Bombay State a Deputy Collector, a Settlement Officer, Sāthe. H.V. Sāthe, that is, Hari Vināyak Sāthe. He was suffering from the loss of his wife; while he was grieving in … way, a friend called Prof G.G. Nārke came. He came and gave him courage: Brother, there is no use in your grieving. Saying it would be good to leave the place for a while and … great souls somewhere, he brought him to Shirdi. When it comes to telling of this Sāthe, it is a very great story. He went to Shirdi and had Bābā's darśan. At times Bābā would look towards him, laughing, turning His hands about, and playing in many ways. Thoughts flared up in him: is He truly a great soul, or a madman? No one, not even his friend, had told Bābā his name. They had darśan and stood there. ‘Sāthe fikar nakaro’: do not grieve. Bodies are bubbles on water, are they not! So do not set your fond attachment on such a body; do not make it grow. Make your fond attachment to God grow. Sorrows are clouds that pass. Such things keep happening to every single person. Take courage, too. Look after the child, He said. His wife had given birth to a child and died. Poor man: even his friend Nārke did not know about that child. But on hearing this, he came to believe that this was no madman but a knower of the three times. He who had meant to go, have darśan and come back at once had to stay two days more. Coming and going like this, Sāthe saw for himself that there were no proper lodgings for the devotees, and he built the very first lodging house there. Even today it is called the Sathē Vāḍā. So the man who built the very first house in Shirdi was Sāthe. Little by little, as he went on and on in service: for whom am I to earn and give? Reflecting that wealth, gold, possessions and vehicles are all merely passing, he went to Shirdi again, a second time. Bābā, laughing: Sāthe, it looks as though you have grown detached ḍadyagarpaina. You are worrying to whom you should give the money you have earned. Why talk of giving it to anyone? Do good works. Build a fort in our Shirdi. Swami, I am no man of lakhs, am I! ‘How can I build so big a fort?’ he prayed. Go on doing it as far as you can. While I am here, why fear?