‘Who is my comrade?’
‘I myself, my Master!’ replied one clad in tattered clothes.
‘Art thou my comrade, O the poor, penniless lover?’
‘Yes my Lord!
I am undoubtedly prepared to stay by You Majesty’s side.
I have faith and determination for breathing and dying for the sake of You.’
‘Then, for my universal mission....’
‘Yes, my Saviour!
I shall not shrink from annihilating my body when working by Your side;
shall turn blood into water.’
‘But thou knowest not thou shalt be insulted and looked at with contempt.
It is most probable thou shalt be treated like Christ, Socrates and Mansoor.’
‘In all those circumstances, O my Lord!
Your love will work as a blessing for me.
That’s why I am waiting.’
‘Then rest assured, thou shalt certainly be accepted, shalt surely be mine.’
- Shri Yogeshwarji