In the morning, Mrs. Gangabai Bhutt meets Priya Nath and insists that he wear the Mukat that she has brought. On seeing her earnest desire, Priya Nath consents. “ALL THE POWER MUST GO TO YOU–YOUR WORK MUST START IN THE WORLD!”Shri Nathji tells Mrs. Bhutt:“Vishvaas men avishvaas naheen karnaa hai!“Even a drop of water thrown into milk renders it impure.“Ye raastaa chhure ki dhaar se zyaadaa tez hai or baal ki nok se zyaadaa baareek!“This path is like the sharp edge of a razor and is narrower than the width of a hair!“I AM STILL LIVING IN THIS WORLD!“I remember the words of Bhutt Sahib who used to say to me: ‘The service done by the rich and the influential is like the decoration of flowers that adorns a house. But the service done by genuine devotees is like the bricks and the cement that go to make the house!’Baihare yak nazzaaraa bar dare ooFor a single glimpse of Thy Glory at Thy Door,“You can look upon me and see me in a single moment of time. Or else you can go on looking upon me for ten years continuously. In both the cases you will see only ME. I am the same person. Thus even one moment is enough to give a glimpse of divine beauty.Ham to naach naachte hai bhakton ke ishaare par!“We dance to the tunes of our devotees’ wishes!”