The World refers to you as Sri Sai.
Your life was a very simple one,
With you, the devotees had much joy and lot of fun.
You bridged the gap between Hindu and Muslim,
The communal fire was by you made dim.
You took dakshina where it was due,
And the ones who gave ; away their misfortunes flew.
Shirdi was your playground , and Shirdi your resting ground,
In Shirdi , the story of your miracles abound.
You taught one and all, you saved everyone,
To you all were yours , your daughters and your son.
O Shirdi Sai ! O Sadguru!
In your presence receded my worries, which other wise always grew.
You are Guru and you are the lord,
In the Heart you reside connected by Love's Chord.
O Saint of Dwarkamai,
The World refers to you as Sri Sai.
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