In plain words
He walked and reached Śrīśailam. “Where is my sister's house?” he asked. This mother had told these villagers beforehand. So, poor woman, she had told them to show him Bhramarāmba and Mallikārjuna there in Śrīśailam and bring him back with them. The villagers who went with him showed him Mallikārjuna's temple and said, “There it is! That is your brother-in-law's house.” No sooner had they shown it than, “Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law!” he cried, and went inside. He went close. The priests stopped him. “Brother-in-law! Talk to me. Talk to me,” he kept saying. Uh-uh: the brother in law said nothing at all. “I have never seen him, and he has never seen me, so who does my brother-in-law think I am?” he wept, poor child. Meanwhile the priests all pushed him outside, taking him for some crazy boy. “Brother-in-law may be anybody. But my sister at least is my own sister, isn't she! So she will know me. Where is my sister's house?” he asked. He went to Bhramarāmba's house. There too he ran close, crying, “Sister! Sister!” He wept. He fell down and rolled on the ground. “Sister, talk, talk to me,” he said. There too these priests drove him outside as a crazy boy. He came out: “If I go without taking my sister and brother-in-law home, how my mother will punish me! All my friends: ‘We have brought our sisters and brothers-in-law; you did not bring yours’: they may laugh at me so,” and he was deeply hurt. The villagers who went with him, their pūjās and their rites: they were doing something or other. This boy slipped away and came outside. There was no one outside. He went some distance and climbed a big boulder. “If I go without taking my sister and brother-in-law home like this, my mother will mock me in every way. All my friends will make fun of me. I will not go home like this any more. If my sister and brother-in-law come, well and good. If not, I will die right here,” and climbing the big boulder he cried out, “Sister! Brother-in-law!” He was in such deep faith. This boy. That faith will never fail. Meaning to jump from that boulder and die, he cried out, “Sister! Brother-in-law!” and jumped. From somewhere came a voice: “Maridi Rāmannā! Maridi Ramannā!” “Little brother! Little brother!” A woman's voice was heard from somewhere. As he jumped, Bhramarāmba on one side and Mallikārjuna on the other caught the boy by the hand and stood there. All the pilgrims saw this darśan. Carrying the boy, they came into that village like ordinary people, left the boy at home, ate the whole feast the mother had made, and then vanished.