By: Sai Raghu
Standing at my door,
Full of agony,
My Sai, spoke to me, thus:
“In what a pitiable condition have my devotees brought me to?
Everyone and at all times
Only seeks favors from me
Big or small,
To keep himself happy
Little realizing,
What all trouble have I to take
To fulfill their never-ending demands.
A peace-loving Sanyasi that I am
Who wishes to remain lost in his Fakir all the time
Has to come running barefooted
To fulfill their demands,
In return, they load me with gold, silver, and diamonds
In the hope,
I shall shower more benedictions on them
Why don’t they understand?
I am helpless
I have to come running
To fulfill the assurances given in my lifetime
To my devotees
Otherwise, the whole world will accuse me
Of not keeping my word,
And the prestige of my Fakir shall be damaged
People will call me names
The faith with which my devotees come to me
Shall stand shattered”.
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