In plain words
This comes about only through a bond from another birth, as a bond of debt; father and son is a bond of the body alone, and the Ātma has no bond of parents whatever. When we ask this person, ‘Who are you, where have you come from?’, what can he say? Who he is, where he came from, to how many he has been father, to how many son, to how many husband, to how many brother, how old he is, what bond he made in which birth: none of this can be told. Since our birth comes from the earth, and all beings are born as we are, the bond between one human being and another is just the bond between one clod of earth and another.
Born in the clay and grown in the clay, do the dull-witted not know the clay? All lives are clay, the bonds of becoming are clay, that family life is clay, death is clay, it is illusory clay; why fall so deep into Māyā over illusory clay? Who are the parents? And who are the sons?
Who are friends? Who on this earth are enemies? Whose is the wealth? Whose is the grain, whose are the houses, who are the householders? Who are we? Where we were before, where we will be again, they cannot know.
In this world, bound up with such Māyā, we let our attachments grow, push Mādhava far from us, stray very far from divinity, submit to this bondage, and make our life a life of nothing but unrest. So we must not take either the attachments of the body or any of its bonds as real. As long as we are here, we must be ready only for the effort of carrying out our duty. But no bond of one body with another can last for ever.