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.
The garb one wears, or the lack of it, and other external expressions of renunciation do not necessarily make one spiritual. I have always stressed to the monks and nuns of Self-Realization Fellowship who have chosen to follow the path of renunciation I have embraced: "First make your heart a hermitage and your robe the love of God."
Paramahansa Yogananda, The Second Coming of Christ
