The Mohammedan scoffed at this and thought the Master was completely insane, for he could not imagine how a little urine could pollute the whole river. He shouted back at the Master: "How can this urine pollute a river?"
The Master replied: "How then can a little wine and pork pollute the Ocean that I am?" The Mohammedan understood the depth of these words and went to the Master and surrendered himself to him.
Baba concluded, "Powers have no importance. Only love counts on the path. This requires the daring to annihilate oneself. Miracles are childish things."
At this point, an old woman came to embrace Baba. She was very ill. Baba comforted her and instructed her to think of him more and more, and not to forget him while breathing her last when she knew she was about to die.
Continuing the same topic of attaining occult powers through tantric knowledge, Baba stated:
My father, Sheriarji, was a real dervish. He wandered all over Iran for over ten years in search of God. He then migrated to India and continued his search. One day lost in the desert of Kutch, he was suffering terrible thirst. His feet were full of blisters, and his soles had become as hard as rubber tires. Suddenly, a man appeared before him with a cup of water and offered it to him. After drinking the water that saved his life, he continued his search.
[At a later point in despair], as a last resort, he took to the 40-day penance as mentioned before. He succeeded in sitting there for only 30 days, and felt very dejected at his failure. It was at this time that he heard a voice telling him not to worry, for God would be born to him. Remembering this, he believed me to be God and used to worship my picture until his end.
Changing the subject to Hafiz, his favorite poet, Baba said:
There is no one equal to Hafiz in poetry. He was a Perfect Master. He was fat and very ugly and born of poor parents. His father was a coal merchant. Hafiz, too, was a coal merchant and very black with soot, so imagine how he must have looked. From his childhood, he had a penchant for hearing stories of Perfect Masters. He knew the Koran by heart, and hence was given the title of Hafiz.