
Guru Nanak came to Multan. He had walked across the kingdom, teaching village by village.

The Sufi pirs of Multan — the city’s holy men, of Bahawal Haq’s lineage — heard he had come. They were uneasy. Multan, they felt, was already full of teachers.

They sent a brass vessel out to meet him at the city gate. It was filled to the brim with milk. Not a word was spoken with it.
The message was plain: there is no room here for one more.

Guru Nanak looked at the milk a long moment.

He took from his sleeve a single jasmine flower. He laid it gently on the surface of the milk.

It floated. Not a drop was lost.
He sent the vessel back.

The pirs of Multan, when they saw the flower on the milk, understood. They went out to meet him.