Oh Sai Baba, we wave lights before you, the bestower of happiness to the Jivas. Give us - Your servants and devotees rest under the dust of your Feet, burning desires. Oh Kind-hearted, Your power is such! meditation on Your name removes our fear of the Sansar. Oh God of Gods, I pray that, let my treasure be the service of Your Feet. Feed Madhav (the composer of this arati) with happiness as the cloud feeds the Chatak bird with pure water, and thus keep up Your Word.
My gurudeva, Swami Sri Yukteswar, did not hesitate to chastise disciples who appeared in the hermitage "sad of countenance," as though attending a funeral ceremony. "To seek the Lord, men need not 'disfigure their faces,'" he would say, quoting Lord Jesus. "Remember that finding God will mean the funeral of all sorrows."
Paramahansa Yogananda
