In plain words
Once, they say, Rādhā prayed. ‘Kṛṣṇa! For this Dharma's sake You may take a human form and be born in this mortal world. But it is not possible to say in what age You will take what form. At such a time You have taken even the forms of the Fish, the Tortoise, the Boar and the Dwarf. So take any form You will; whatever form You take, give me a birth that makes me one with that form’: so she asked. But how can this come about?
If You flourish as a flower, I will be the bee that hovers round You; if You thrive as a tree, I will be a creeper and twine round You; if You are the endless sky, I will be a tiny star shining within You; if You are Mount Meru, I will spread out and flow as a stream; if You are the noble ocean, I will be a river and become one within You.
So in this way Rādhā asked, ‘Give me the chance to come and join You.’ So, since in this oneness they are hearts mad with Prema, only such sacred feelings arise in them. However much you describe the Bhakti of these gopikās, so sacred, you can never have enough of it. But even people of Bhārata who give such sacred meanings many other meanings, take only the wrong meanings, push the truth aside, and look upon the culture of Bhārata or the principle of the Bhāgavatam as merely a thing to laugh at, are growing day by day in our very land of Bhārata. The heart of the foolish, they say, stays closed like a bud. Such a heart does not blossom. It does not give its fragrance to others. A poet said this very thing: ‘What fruit is there in jasmine blooming in the forest, what fruit in the parrot's prattle in a cage?’ That is, if those jasmines bloom in the village, anyone can smell them, anyone can wear them in their hair.