It was the morning of the 23rd of June 1981, Shri Nathji’s Birthday. The day of the Advent of God upon earth for the salvation of mankind in the twentieth’s century. Shri Nathji was exactly 79 years old. “Mere liye sab se barrkar yehi teerath dhaam hai“For me the greatest center of pilgrimage is this place,Shri Nathji was in his new white silken achkan and the golden yellow turban. Priya Nath wore a suit closed at the neck, which was made of the same cloth as Shri Nathji’s achkan. Mahamateshwari had always punctiliously made new achkans for Shri Nathji on all his birthdays, many of which had been destroyed in the house by worms at Delhi over the years, even though they had been preserved perfectly at Savitri Nivas Mussoorie for decades earlier, where Mahamateshwari had placed them with her own hands, in old Tin Trunks, where nary a worm could get at them. “Kaash meraa ghar tere ghar ke muqaabil hota“Alas, that Thy house were adjacent to mine!Here in the large ‘darbaari’ shaamiaanaa, colourful tent, perched in the lawn of Shri Nathji’s house, were the rich and the poor, people who were seeking, and saints, people who had known Shri Nathji since decades and people who had only just met him. “Bandaao saahibo mauhtaajo ghani ek hue“The rich and the poor, the strong and the weak, Shri Nathji said laughingly:“Baadshaahon ke janam din par sab qaidi rihaa kar diye jaate hain!”“On the birthdays of Emperors all the captives are released!”Shri Nathji was referring to the captives of sorrow and misery in the world; those who since ages had sought a release from the ocean of life and death–the ‘Bhav Saagar.’ “Khushi kaa ye samai sab ko mubaarik ho, mubaarik ho,Let the good tidings of this day of joy go to all, Sunaa thhaa bahut muddat se va shaastron ki bhi sammati se,It was written in the Scriptures and been said by many Hatenge kasht ab sabke mitenge paap ghar ghar keThe ills and sorrows of every home shall be gone,Ye Kalki kaa kharrag lambaa chalegaa zor se ghar gharThe Sword of the Kalki Avatar shall reach every home,Shri Nathji had often spoken about the sword that the Kalki Avatar had been depicted as carrying:Mere Prabhuji kaa aaj janam din haiToday is the birthday of our Lord,And finally there was Priya Nath singing the ghazal Shri Nathji had composed for Babaji, where he replaced the word “Baba” with “Nath”:“Mubaarik janam din ho Nath kaa saare zamaanon ko,“Good Tidings to the people of the world on the birthday of Nath,The air was rent with cries of:“Noore Khudaa hai kufran ki harkat pe khandaazanThe Light of God mocks at the powers of Darkness,Priya Nath had noticed this phenomenon on many occasions. Whenever Shri Nathji’s glory was at his peak, the lights would invariably go off, as if some invisible hand were determined to mar the happiness of the occasion. Sohbate yak saayate baa auliyaaOne moment spent in the company of an Enlightened Soul,Shri Nathji used to narrate the story of Alexander the Great. When he lay on his death-bed, he confessed to the people around him:“Meraa pragat honaa aur chhupnaa kewal sansaar ki aankhon ki drishti se hotaa hai, varnaa apne aap men to naa main pragat hoon aur naa chhupna hoon.“My being revealed or remaining concealed is for the people of the world only. In my own Self I am neither hidden nor revealed.”After the powerful one hour stunning speech of Shri Nathji, prasaad of laddoo sweets was distributed. Shri Nathji gave the laddoos with his own hands even as the devotees came before him one by one. It had become a custom since the days of Shri Babaji Maharaj to distribute laddoos on the occasion of Shri Nathji’s birthdays. “Ye naa thhee hamaari kismat ke visaale yaar hotaa“It was not in my destiny to have a union with my beloved,After Shri Nathji had distributed the laddoo prasaad with his own hands he accepted the prostrations of all, speaking to each devotee very lovingly, and patting the children on their heads.