In plain words
We must keep in mind the principle that the essence of all our śāstras and the root of all paths is our own divine purity of citta. To one who has such purity of citta, God keeps reflecting in a pure form. In Dvārakā there lived a very famous painter. Because his name and fame had spread through the whole country, a kind of Ahaṅkāra arose in him. When such Ahaṅkāra comes, a man does not stop to look below or above. One day: ‘I have now earned all there is to earn. I have toured all the countries there are to tour. But with Kṛṣṇa alone I have never had an entry. I must go to Kṛṣṇa, paint Kṛṣṇa's form and win His praise’: such a desire arose in him. Well, one day he fixed a time. Kṛṣṇa said, ‘You may come at such-and-such a time.’ Keeping to that hour, this painter tied his medals and titles in a bundle on a donkey, set out and went to Kṛṣṇa's palace. Kṛṣṇa noticed his pomp. Kṛṣṇa, who dwells within, who dwells in every heart, knew his feelings from the very start and asked, ‘Well, sir! Why have you come, what is the reason?’ ‘Swami! There are no wishes in my life. There is only one wish. Fulfil that wish and make my birth worthwhile,’ the painter prayed. ‘I must paint You. If You sit for ten minutes without moving or stirring, I will first make an outline of it. Within a week I will paint Your picture just as it is and bring it,’ he promised. Well, wanting to win a title from Kṛṣṇa, he toiled night and day and painted it well. He put a white cloth over it, came back at the time that had been named, entered Kṛṣṇa's palace, asked Kṛṣṇa to be seated: ‘Swami! Your picture is ready. You must see it,’ he said. Well! When he took off the cloth, the Kṛṣṇa sitting there and the Kṛṣṇa in the painting were completely different. Seeing it, the painter himself was greatly astonished. In this way, saying many times that he would bring it again, he painted some five or six times, fell into defeat, and at last made ready to leave that very town.