Once, an unknown fakir (saint) came wandering to the Emperor’s palace and sat on the parapet. The guards were puzzled at how to get rid of him. In the meantime, the Emperor arrived there and politely requested the fakir, “O holy sir! This is a palace, not a traveller’s inn.”
The fakir looked at the Emperor and asked calmly, “Your Majesty, who occupied this palace before you?”
“First it was my grand-father. After- wards, my father and now I live here. And after me, my sons, and my grand-sons too will stay here.”
“It means one person comes and the other goes. Then isn’t it a traveller’s inn? This world too is like a traveller’s inn. So, it is foolish to say that this is my house and that is yours! “
The Emperor was speech- less to hear the fakir’s explanation. Just then the fakir removed his false beard and disguise. It was Birbal in the guise of fakir.
