There is definitely something in the background of what appears as the old huts. The fact is that only the dwellers of these huts are approved by Allah even though they do not count with the general public. The latter, who are not initiated and evolved, consider them as mere aliens or different folks. The fact is that they consume their entity and are one with him (i.e. the Prophet).
Note: The poet seems to refer here to the Prophet’s companions and saints in general.
There is a tradition that “All my proteges and friends are wrapped in my cloak”, and he covers them up. (They are extremely near him and he looks after them). Except Allah and his Prophet, the general public do not know their identity nor does He disclose it to them. Please discard your ego or self-opinionated-ness and follow the guidance and advice of these persons in every matter.
You should serve public very humbly and meekly. Abdul Latif says: “O Sisters! There is definitely something in this public service (or) something definitely can be acquired at these old places of humility.”
Note: I have given above the literal translation of the last stanza of the Vai. But it seems pregnant with a peculiar meaning, which the poet has considered fit to keep ambiguous. Possibly he may have meant what Moulana Roomi, his muse, had expressed in his following couplet:
مکر کن در راہ نیکو خدمتی
تا نبوت یابی اندر اُمتی۔
Strive in good service so that you may become a Prophet out of the followers.

Some spiritual power there be in those old huts,
In God's presence, they are honoured, though none takes their notice,
A stranger such a one is considered, with God he dines,
"Such holy men are under my cloak" God lads them all,
"None knows the Holy ones save me", strangers'
He does not own conclusions, follow theirs,
Humbly serve them with good manners,
This way alone you will felicity find.