Shri Nathji could not visit the Maharaja’s State at Sarila despite a long-standing invitation by the Maharaja. And then came the marriage of Maharaja Sarila’s daughter. He decided to celebrate it at Mussoorie, where Shri Nathji would be present at the time. Shri Nathji, who always observed worldly etiquette, said to the Maharaja, as one neighbour would say to another:
I have two relationships with you – the first is a spiritual relationship and the second is that of a neighbour. Tell me, Maharaja Sahib, is there anything I can do for you for the coming marriage of your daughter? It is my duty as your neighbour to ask you.
“Hamaare laayak koyi kaam ho to bataayen!”
Maharaja Sarila replied:
Ham guruon ko kaam bataate achhe lagte hain? Would it not be improper on my part to relegate a task to my Guru?
And Shri Nathji said humorously:
“Agar ham kissee laayak naheen to mat bataayen! If I can be of no use to you then don’t tell me.”
The Maharaja said:
“Oh, no, no! I didn’t mean that. Who can be of greater use than yourself? If there is any work, I shall certainly come and tell you.”
Just when a few days were left for the marriage, the Maharaja came to Shri Nathji and said: Swamiji! I have a task for you! Aapke liye kaam nikal aayaa hai!”
Shri Nathji laughed: If I am not your Guru any longer then go ahead and tell me! Agar ham guru naheen rahe to bataa deejiye!”
And Maharaja Sarila said:
I am celebrating my daughter’s marriage out in the open. We will have elaborate arrangements. There is danger of rain! I want you to order the clouds not to rain!
“Baadalon ko hukam diyaa jaaye ke naa barsen!”
Shri Nathji said:
The task you have relegated to me entails fighting the whole of Nature!
saari Nature se takkar leni parregi mujhko!”
And Maharaja Sarila replied:
I had to give a task to you in keeping with your strength!
“Aapko aapki haiseeyat ke mutaabik hee to kaam bataana thhaa!”
Maharaja Sarila set about making the arrangements for the marriage. As he ordered the tent, ‘shamiana’ or ‘tamboo’, to be placed in the open space in front of his house, people warned him of the inclement weather.
And he said: “I am not worried about the weather! Go and pitch the tents! I have given a contract to Swamiji to control the weather!
“Gaarr do tamboo! Main Swamiji ko thhekaa de chukaa hoon!
And though the clouds loomed large threateningly, there was not a drop of rain until the marriage was successfully over. It was a miracle of Shri Nathji. He, who had created the weather, surely had full control over it.
Both, Shri Nathji and Mateshwari, had gone to the marriage. Later Mateshwari said to Shri Nathji: When I stand in the midst of Maharanis and Ranis, I am the only plain figure by contrast, amidst their glitter of jewellery!
And Shri Nathji replied: But your ornamentation is divine. It is the Maharanis and Ranis who bow down before you and touch your feet!
A photograph of the marriage appeared in the Onlooker Magazine of the time. There was Shri Nathji standing in the midst of the Rajas and Maharajas of the land, his face bathed in a divine glow. His shining orange turban of silk, black sherwaani, white chooridars and black polished shoes stood out in the midst of the glittering dresses of the Maharajas. The Maharajas looked plain in comparison to Shri Nathji. Little did they know that they were standing with the Emperor of the world – Shahenshah Rue Zameen – with a royalty that was not of this world.
A singer, Lachhi, by name, would come to the darbaar of Shri Nathji at Mussoorie on every 23rd of June and sing in the midst of the gathering of assembled Rajas and Maharajas there, referring to Shri Nathji as:
“ Raajan men Maharaj
Santan ke Sartaaj”
“An Emperor amongst kings
And the crowning glory of Saints!”