In plain words
Since he was a Jitendriya prince, he made no distinction at all: he took off his own dress, put on the ochre robe, and, as the Svāmi had bidden, handed those clothes over to him. Taking them, the Svāmi went some distance, then sprinkled some red colour on the prince's clothes (so that it looked like drops of blood), tied them up in a bundle, and set out for that kingdom. He reached the kingdom and told the guards at the main gate, ‘A Svāmi has come; he is grieving deeply over his son; he is coming to tell the king the news of the prince,’ and sent the news in. He went in and at once saw the chief minister, and on seeing the chief minister: ‘My son, your prince fell into the jaws of a tiger and gave up his life. I have brought his clothes as a token. So I have come to bring this news to the king,’ he said. The minister was not moved in the least by what he said, and with a smile: ‘The ochre robe you wear, and you grieving so much over this prince's death: it is laughable. Still, since you wish it, I will take you to the king,’ and with that he took him along. As soon as they arrived, he saw the king, handed the clothes over to him, and burst out wailing. The moment he wept, the king burst out laughing. ‘My son, in the evening many birds come and settle on a tree. Just because they settle there, there is no bond between that tree and those birds. As soon as day breaks, each bird rises and goes off in whatever direction it has resolved to go. We cannot speak of them as one bird. One has no bond with another. In just the same way, on the tree called my family, I, my wife, my sons, my grandsons, my daughters-in-law, my granddaughters, so many, as they are called, came and settled. Today that bird has flown. Tomorrow, the day after, which bird will go where? That you should grieve so much over just this is very laughable. If you cannot recognise even this much truth, this ochre robe is wasted on you,’ said the Mahārāja. Well! Whether the king had grown averse to that son, or did not want to crown that son with the kingdom, or had another wife and another son: with such ideas the sannyāsī let various notions grow in him, and thinking, ‘Let this king be as he is; when I go to the mother and tell her, will tears not flow from the mother who carried him nine months and raised him and brought him up, will this mother not be pained?’, he set out again for the inner palace to see the queen mother.