In plain words
Bābā was one who had recognised so supreme a truth at that young age itself. Age is not needed for that. He knew it from the very first. For He is the One who holds the whole of creation in His hand. At once He asked, ‘What do you want, that you have come?’ ‘Today this boy is a corpse. Tomorrow, you. No one is permanent,’ He said. Then the boys asked, ‘What are we to tell his parents?’ Bābā said, ‘Tell them what happened.’ If they told what had happened, it would be a disgrace. If they told what had not happened, it would be Asatya. Bābā did not tell them to speak Asatya. Nor did He wish that a disgrace should come about. ‘What is it you want?’ He asked. ‘Bring this boy back to life,’ the boys begged. At once He sat down and took the boy's head on His lap, and went on stroking his head.
Born in the village of Patri, dwelling in Dvārakāmāyi, the God who grants His devotees' wishes, Sāinātha: to Him I bow.
‘I am the One born in Patri; now I am in Dvārakāmāyi. I have set about fulfilling your wishes. Take refuge in Sāinātha,’ He said. Then all of them clasped Bābā's feet. At once the boy rose up. From then on, Bābā's glory and its spread, all of it, kept growing in the world. In this world the truth stays very much out of sight. Students! Everywhere in the earth on which we live, there is water. In one place it may lie very deep, in another place well up. Earth without water is nowhere to be found. But how, if we want the water? What must we do? We must remove the earth that has piled up as a barrier between that water and our sight. Remove that earth, and the water is seen. That earth is Ajñāna. That very earth is Ahaṅkāra. That very earth is envy. That very earth is attachment. That very earth is hatred. Everything is this earth itself. All of it is born of earth. All of it is made of earth. Our body itself is made of earth.