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In plain words
what did He say? How did you come? When he asked this: I came with two rupees. Bābā Himself made all the arrangements. He does not forsake those who believe. Faith is what matters most. ‘Lacking the two eyes called faith, they have become blind on the earth today.’ Today we have lost the eyes called faith. If you work with faith, you can win success in anything. By this very faith I could gain so much joy. On the third day Nānā and Bāvū went to Shirdi. Bābā! What a play is Yours! What a message is Yours! What līlās are Yours! They are beyond description. In just this way, in the Dvāpara Yuga the Gopīs, and in the Rāma Avatāra the vānaras, went on describing God like this. Nānā had a fine voice. He used to sing songs well. He went there and prayed.
Can we find You, Bābā, can we find You! You are a form subtler than the atom, vaster than the vast, the most mighty; they say You never leave the eighty lakh kinds of beings, not for a moment; they say You shine as the undivided form, from atom and particle to grass and wood! Among great thieves, You are the master thief. (Can we find You)
Bābā! You know everything. Yet You act like one who does not know. You are the great stealer of hearts. We must grasp the secret in this. If someone comes and says, You are a master thief! we get angry. What have I stolen? Why are you calling me a master thief? you say, and you fight with him. When you sing the same words as a song, ‘Baḍā citta-cora, Bṛndāvana-sañcāra, Gopāla, Gopāla, he Muralī Gopāla’, everyone sings along keeping time. Such is the joy of the sweetness in singing. One who has drunk the nectar of Prema goes mad with it. No one can describe the sweetness in songs and words as this or that.
An example. Children must understand this well. We call God the lover of song. If you call God in the manner of words, it is one way. If you call in the manner of a poem, it is one way. If you call in the manner of songs, it is one way. O! Rāma, how full of compassion You are! When you say this, the heart does not melt. When you say ‘O Rāma! Save me’ in a poem, even that is not so very great.