In plain words
Kucela was overjoyed. Then, saying he would go home, he took leave of Kṛṣṇa. The moment he reached home: “Well, what did He give? How much money did He give? What riches?” she did not ask at all. What was the reason? The very Prema that was there for the friend had here all turned into wealth and riches. As for him, the moment he reached home,
The moment He knew I had come, ‘Come quickly,’ He sent word through the gatekeepers; the moment He saw me, He came quickly down from the throne, and with a smiling face He drew me close; as one pining with longing, He looked me up and down, and clasped me tight in His embrace. Devī! What can I say of His care for the lowly? Prema is He, and He is Prema; having eaten a fistful of poor Kucela's flattened rice, is there anyone who grants abundant fortune!
so he described it. Such a sacred principle of Prema, a friendship that enters the heart, flows in the blood through every nerve, and brings you to a state where you cannot forget your friend as long as you live: this true friendship has today sunk to a state where, the moment people these days merely come into wealth and riches, if some old friend comes to them and asks after them, they ask, ‘Who are you, sir?’ When need arises, that friend makes every kind of use of him, and the moment his own need is met: ‘Having crossed the water, he throws the raft into the water; how false is the friendship of today!’, so they said. To call such friendship friendship is very wrong indeed. God alone is your true friend; to enjoy such a friend in every way, and through that to set about merging the principle of your life in that friendship: this is fulfilment. For such a sacred feeling of a mother, or feeling of a friend, to grow in us, the Bhagavad Gītā gives us an ideal in full measure.