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Bhutt Sahib’s death was not an ordinary one. He had willed that he should leave his body and he was granted his wish. Shri Nathji often told this Parable:
A mahatma went to a Seth and asked for alms. The Seth was busy and refused, saying:
“Get thee hence! I have no time! –
”Hatt pare mujhe fursat naheen!”
And the mahatma said! “Will you say:
‘I have no time?’ even when Death comes?  How will you die then?
“Jab maut aayegi kyaa too uss vakt bhee yehi kahegaa ke ‘mujhe fursat naheen’? Kaise maregaa too?”
“In the same way that you will,” the Seth retorted, “Jaise too maregaa!”
“Can you die like me? Too meri tarah mar saktaa hai?” said the Mahatma, and, lying down on the ground, covered himself with a sheet, and gave up his body.
The Seth fell down upon the ground with a loud cry and burst into tears. “What a way to die! What a way to die! Could ever man attain such a death – to die whenever he willed?
Shri Nathji quoted the following verse on the theme of death:
Ba maute ikhtayaari har ke murdaa
Za maidaane haqueeqat goye burdaa
He, who dies a willing Death on the playfield of life,
Takes with him the Ball of Reality and carries the day!
Khaanaye tan ki kharaabi kaa main kartaa zikr kyaa
Gauhare jaan par fakat ik khaak kaa ambaar thhaa
What care I for the destruction of this house of the flesh?
It was but a speck of dust on the diamond of life!
Hubaab hasti se apni bas yehi kaihtaa huaa guzraa
Tamashaa thhaa hawaa ne ik girhaa de di thhee paani men
Spoke a bubble, in passing, to its existence,
It was all a game, a knot tied in water by the air!