In plain words
He made a request of his disciple: ‘You are going to Bhārata. You must bring back a few things from Bhārata as gifts.’ ‘I will surely bring them,’ said Alexander. One, the Bhagavad Gītā; the second, the Mahābhārata; the third, the dust of the feet of devotees; the fourth, the water of the Gaṅgā. Aristotle had a special reverence and faith toward the culture of Bhārata.
Many have described Shirdi Sāī Bābā as one whose arms reached down to His knees. He came into Shirdi in 1854. Bābā was then 16 years old. But no one recognised Him. Staying in Shirdi, He passed His time in this way: begging alms and eating, and giving leaves and herbs as medicine to those who came. There was no one who recognised Bābā. They thought of Him as one who came for alms and went away. Those whose illness was cured thought He was a doctor. In 1855 He left Shirdi again. No one asked where He had gone. No one gave Him a thought. Well, that was that. In a village called Dhūp in the Aurangabad district there lived a rich man. Wherever that rich man went, he rode there on horseback. His name was Chāndbhāī Patel. He went to Aurangabad on some business. He had gone there on government work; he tied his horse to a tree in one spot and set about his own work, and for five or six days he paid it no attention. Meanwhile the horse broke loose and went off somewhere. Where it had gone, no one knew. He had a search made everywhere. He searched for it himself, in person. Chāndbhāī Patel was very fond of that horse. When the horse was lost, he would not even take food. When one grows attached to anything, troubles too keep hounding one in just this way. Such are the troubles that come with attachment and the sense of ‘mine’. But the horse's saddle was found. Carrying it as a keepsake, he was coming back to the village of Dhūp. He went into a dense forest. There was a big mango tree. It was thick and dense. Under it a fakir was sitting. As this man went by, He said, ‘Hey, bhāī, come over here!’ He told him to sit a little while and rest.