a moment, I can give you That which you have been seeking for millions of years.
Baba gestured, "If it rains, we're finished!” Again He gestured to Ben Hayman, "If you go to sleep, I go to sleep!"
A young lady, Miss Latta Limaye, sang a ghazal which Baba translated for us: "The lover says, Never let any one drink the wine of Love! His life is then nothing but turmoil. He is like a fish out of water; he experiences a volcano within. All his existence gets torn to pieces. And yet he pleads, ‘Let me have that Wine of love!' But once he gets that experience of Union with Beloved God, he realizes the Divine Bliss. Then he experiences himself as the only One, the Reality."
Next, the Andhra group headed by Balagopal Bhaskara Raju, gave us a glimpse of how they spread Baba's name through narrative song, called "Burra-Katha." Four men came on stage to the accompaniment of tabla and harmonium; one narrated Baba's life story and the other three, representing a Muslim, a Christian and a Hindu, interrogated him. Baba gestured, "My workers make Me naked! They tell of My childhood—how mischievous I was!" This was their 150th performance.
Eruch came to the mike and relayed the management's request for all to pay their transport fees. Then he added as Baba made a sign, "Baba says He has been talking about God and now I have spoiled the atmosphere by talking about transport charges!"
Next, (around 4:00 p.m.), came Baba's favorite—real Qawwali songs, sung by Mr. Habib Qavval and his group. These songs are based on God the Beloved and the pangs of separation felt by His lovers. As if to illustrate this theme Balak-Bhagwan, the beautiful young boy in red trunks, came up on the platform by Baba and kissed Baba's hands and cried on them. All through the afternoon he kept his eyes only on Baba, trying to win a glance or a smile from his beloved Master. His genuine feeling for Baba touched my heart.
The first Qawwali song was sung by an Indian man accompanied on the harmonium. Baba said it all boiled down to this: "Because God is infinitely close to you He appears to be infinitely at a distance. He is closer to you than your own breath. But you cannot find Him unless you become dust at the feet of a Perfect Master." Baba continued explaining, "These are wonderful words. The lover tells the Beloved, the Perfect Master, 'O My Beloved,