In plain words
Rest a while, eat the wild fruits on the mountain's peak, and then go on with your journey,” she begged, with humility and deference.
But Hanumān: “I am going on Rāma's work! I need no rest; until I have carried out the command I have no use for sleep and food,” and with that he turned down her request. Look! Maināka is of the race of mountains! Even so, that spirit of service, that heart melting with compassion, that humility and faith, that cool, gentle word, that Bhakti for Rāma: how great! How pure! Hanumān? Of the race of monkeys! Even so, what awe, what Bhakti, what faith towards his Lord's command! What steadfastness! What one-pointedness! For us race does not matter; nīti matters. Through that nīti alone comes victory. If we, who are human beings, do not have more Viveka and Vijñāna than these, a mountain, a monkey, we should be ashamed! That we must feel pity when we see the helpless, help them and serve them: this is the teaching of Mount Maināka. That if we would attain the state of Mādhava we must live by Mādhava's commands: this is the teaching of Hanumān.
What develops these qualities is itself the spiritual path; to be ashamed of the nature that takes the rope's form for a snake and suffers, a prey to fear and delusion, and to know that the final goal of the spiritual path is ‘Sarvaṃ khalvidaṃ brahma’: that is its fruit.