In plain words
The next day he came to the young man. “Son! Rāmbolā, I mean to have you married. Is that your wish?” he said. Young people these days say, “Oh no, I don't want marriage.” They say no with their mouths, but in their minds they are full of longing. This is natural. In those days Rāmbolā too: “I don't want marriage, Swāmi, I shall stay just as I am. Let my life be offered in your service alone,” he kept saying. Narahari Dās saw through it. “They may say this sort of thing with their mouths. They cannot hold it back in their minds. This is the Kali age. It is not possible to live this way,” he decided, and gave his word to them in the village. He fixed an auspicious hour. Poor Rāmbolā was very unhappy. “I don't want marriage; I shall no longer be able to serve Rāma. I shall no longer be able to serve the tulasī. Why this responsibility for me? I don't want it,” he begged, holding his guru's feet, but the guru did not listen. He fulfilled his own responsibility.
Rāmbolā, who earlier had not wanted marriage, would not stay apart from her even for a moment once he was married. This hysteria set in. Narahari Dās saw it. This is Māyā, the līlā of God, he thought. It is natural for such lives to run this way. I have fulfilled my responsibility, he thought within himself. From then on, if she went into the kitchen he would sit in the kitchen, if she went out he would go out; this Rāmbolā went on as if two bodies were one life. Two years went by in this way. He would not even send the girl to her parents' home in the same village, poor thing. If her mother wished to see her at all, she had to come here, see her and go. There was no chance to speak alone. He had to be at her side. Seeing such ways, the wife grew thoroughly weary.
One night news came that some close relatives had died. Then Rāmbolā said, “I shall go at five in the evening and be back before six,” and went. The girl thought, this is the moment. Thinking, within this hour I shall go to my mother's house, see my mother, my father and everyone once, and come back, she locked the door and gave the key to the woman next door: “Amma, if he comes, give him the key; I shall come back soon. Tell him I have gone to my parents' home,” she said, and went. Meanwhile a great storm came. The rain was pouring down. She could not come back, poor girl.