Giani Zail Singh, the President, was besides himself with joy as he beheld the divine personality of Shri Nathji for the first time. A thrill of divine bliss ran through his heart and soul, as he touched Shri Nathji’s knees. even as Shri Nathji embraced him.“Main aapke liye kyaa karoon? And the President replied: ““Your coming is a great Benevolence in itself!”Giani Zail Zingh, or “Barri kripaa ki aap mujhe milne aaye! Main kshamaa maangtaa hoon, mujhe khud aanaa chahiye thhaa. Main aanaa chaahataa thhaa magar mujh par paabandiyaan hain.“I am indeed blessed that you came to meet me. I must ask for your forgiveness for not coming myself to see you. I had wanted to come, but unfortunately there are restrictions on my movements!”Giani Zail Singh was a scholar of Urdu and Persian. Shri Nathji found a fertile ground for His spiritual seed. Beautiful Persian and Urdu verses flowed out of Shri Nathji as he sat on a sofa adjoining the chair of Giani Zail Singh. Giani Zail Singh’s daughter was also present.“Avval to iss kooche men koyi aanaa naheen paataa“It is difficult for one to enter this Lane of Love Divine,““I do not say that you must leave this world,Giani Zail Singh burst out repeatedly: “Wah! Wah! Aaaj mujhe bahut khushee milee!“Wonderful! Wonderful! I am filled with great happiness today!”Shri Nathji said to the President:“I have always kept you in my mind!”Giani Zail Singh responded with the words:“Aapki barri kripaa hai! Barri dayaa hai! Aap hee ke“It is your Benevolence and Grace! We are pulling on with your Blessings!”Shri Nathji said to the President that everything in the world happened at an ordained time, and this was the right time for the visit. Shri Nathji recited an Arabic saying:“God “God created everything and created an appointed time for its manifestation – like the time of the coming of the last fruit from seed. The sun rises and sets at its appointed time. Shri Nathji added:“Zakir Husein Sahib, aap“Zakir Husein Sahab, where do you post a letter? In a letterbox. And where does it go? It goes to the person to whom it is addressed. This was Shri Nathji’s expression of humility. He was referring to himself as a ‘letterbox’ that conveyed man’s prayers to God! “Pranaam ki jagah har jagah naheen hoti!Shri Nathji continued:“Bahaaye khesh mi-daanam baneeme jau nami arzad,“I know my worth, which is not even that of half a mustard seed,“Aanaa ke khaakraa ba-nazar keemiyaa kunand“They, whose sight can change dust into gold,Shri Nathji simplified the above Persian verse with the touching words in Hindustani:“Vo log jinkee nazar se mittee sonaa ho jaati hai,Shri Nathji also recited his favourite Persian verse:“Rishtaye dar gardanam afgandaa dostSimplifying it in Hindustani to:“Mere dost ne mere gale men dhaagaa daalaa hai,“My Eternal Friend has cast a string around my neckShri Nathji’s flow of words was virtually a spiritual storm. It was apparent that he liked Giani Zail Singh immensely. He also recited another of his favourite verses:“Zindagi katare ki ye sikhlaati hai issraare hyaat“The existence of the drop does reveal the secret of life, Shri Nathji spoke about the elusive nature of time and said:“Past chalaa gayaa,“The past has gone. The future has not come. The present is becoming the past, Where do we exist?”Shri Nathji added:“Maine mahaatmaaon ko kaha thhaa: agar junglon men kucch naheen milaa to baahar aakar dekho.“I had said to the ascetics, if you have not been able to secure anything in the jungles, then come outwards!”Shri Nathji continued: “God is nowhere must be changed to God is now here!”“Baihare yak nazzaara bar dare oo“For a single glimpse of Thy Glory,“Pase zaihmat barad daihkaanIn simple Hindustani:“Jaat-kissaan- bahut mehnat kartaa hai!“A farmer works very hard. He sows the seeds, and waits for the branches, then the leaves and finally the fruit…”Shri Nathji also said:“I am not only these clothes or this body – I go beyond these, through my mind, thoughts and Soul!”Priya Nath presented to the President some of Shri Nathji’s prized writings which were:“Darkht khush ho to phal detaa hai,“If a tree is pleased, it gives fruit,Shri Nathji did not add his usual last words to the above:“Agar Nath khush ho to apne “And if ‘Nath’ is pleased He gives His Blessings!”This was because Shri Nathji’s Blessings were already gushing forth in the Divine Flow of His words, and there was no need to say as much.“My blessings are with you, not only for this minute, this hour, or a few days – but forever!”“Dil ke aayeene men hai tasveere yaar“The mirror of the heart contains the picture of thy Friend,Giani Zail Zingh then gives Shri Nathji an extra-ordinary honour, by asking his daughter to escort Shri Nathji to the presidential car which is waiting outside. She does so with great reverence. Shri Nathji blesses her as he gets inside the car along with Priya Nath, and she says:“Aap jaise Mahaapurushon ke aasheervaad par hee ham chal rahe hain!“We are living on the Blessings derived from such Great Souls like yours!”It was a historic day for India, the country where Shri Nathji had taken birth. It was the best possible reception the President of India could give to the President of the Universe.