“A leaf, a flower, a fruit, or water — whoever offers Me with devotion, that offering of the pure-hearted, given with love, I accept.” After chapters of cosmic grandeur, this is the tenderest verse in the Song. The Lord of all worlds asks for nothing costly; the whole transaction turns on the bhakti, not the gift. A rich sacrifice given for show is worth less than a wildflower given in love. This single verse democratises the entire path: the poorest person, with nothing but a cupped handful of water and a full heart, has everything required.