In plain words
There is no rati for the sake of prāpti. For elders, Ānanda is only what comes with prāpti. ‘Bālonmatta jñānipiśācavat,’ people say. Little children, the madman, the jñānī, the man possessed by a ghost: none of them clings to prāpti, saying ‘I want this, I want that’; look into little children's pockets: sand, stones, bits of glass, these alone are what you will find. With just that, they enjoy boundless Ānanda. Elders may have bundle upon bundle of notes filling their pockets, and still they do not have that much Ānanda. Playing in the mud is itself ease and rest for the children. But though there is dirt on the body, the mind is pure; for elders, though the body is clean, the mind stays full of dirt.
Bhogīs always look for a large result from small effort. So they have disappointment and unrest; yogīs, though the effort is great, look for only a small result. So they have Ānanda and Śānti. Ānanda lies only in freedom from possessiveness; that itself is the true Dharma of man: that itself is the sādhana for Vimukti. Possessiveness is the mark of the animal; it feeds attachment and makes it grow large. They alone are blessed who develop rati for Bhagavān for the prāpti of Ānanda.
That envelope may be worth a naya paisa, and inside it a little child may have written the letters all crooked and askew; yet the very moment the postman hands her that letter, the mother leaves all her work, reads it with her eyes brimming with tears of joy, and is very happy.