O Dear, Dear, Lord, a countless thanks to THEE – it’s Tuesday morning at 9:29 am. Pitaji is talking to Mangla. He is speaking in a cheerful mood, even though His throat is hoarse. He is telling her of a Persian verse, which when translated goes:My Beloved comes every day,Such is the Supreme Humility of God, as portrayed by Shri Nathji – the Love of God for His devotee, the guises of God to capture the heart of His devotee. Indeed no one had made spirituality so beautiful and so poetic as had Shri Nathji.“Manglaji ki Jai! Manglaji ki Jai!”O Lord, the rattle of sputum (or mucus) in His throat has got worse and worse – and His voice appears thick and congested; however He continues to speak:“Bhagwan ne likhaa hai main prem kaa saagar hoon aur uss men se ek“God has written that He is an ocean of Love, and has given a drop from that ocean to a Mother.”Indeed, the evidence of God’s Love for man could be found in the selfless Love of a mother for her child. When God sent man upon earth, He gave him a mother to sustain his existence.“Mine eyes cannot bear to look upon Thee –This is the voice of a devotee who cannot bear the Radiance of the Glory of His Light. It is the voice of Arjuna, praying to Lord Krishna to conceal His Real Self, the “Ek ghazal ham ne likhee thhee. Abhee tak milee naheen. Dobaaraa thhorri itnee achhee aayegee! Idhar dhoondaa–to Mangla aa gayi.“I had written a