In plain words
She kept thinking, let us go when this rain stops, let us go. This mad fellow came back right through the rain. Whether or not the work he went for was done, he turned back, came and looked at the door, and it was locked. As he wondered where she had gone, the woman next door came and gave him the key. In olden days people ate by seven, put out the lamps and each went to sleep. In those days there were no electric lights. All of nature was asleep. At ten at night he went to his mother-in-law's house and knocked at the door. A great downpour. His clothes were soaked and dripping. He was shivering. In that state he knocked, and his mother-in-law got up. The girl guessed it. “Who else would come at this hour? It must be this mad fellow. Don't you go, mother,” she said, and came, opened the door and looked. It was he. She was thoroughly annoyed. “The attachment and infatuation you have for this body, made of excrement, urine, stench, blood and flesh: could you not set it on Rāma? You and your birth would have been redeemed. Through this paltry delusion of the body you are falling into so many troubles. Once you thought so much on Rāma's story. You sang bhajans of Rāma and kīrtanas of Rāma. Today, because of me, you are putting Rāma's story far from you. Chī! Chī! Rather than keep this delusion of the body and this infatuation with the body, if you had grown your love for Rāma, how you would have been redeemed!” she said harshly. Her sleep had been broken. For these two years she had suffered a great deal. So the words came harshly from her heart. Those words pierced Tulasīdās's heart like thorns. At once, in that very rain, he turned back and reached Prayāg that same night. With that day husband and wife were parted.
Because these straight words pierced his heart, his mind was transformed and turned towards Rāma. At times the influence of a person, the firmness of a thought and its power and strength can be very hard. Feeling that his life would not be peaceful in Prayāg, he went from there to the Citrakūṭa hill. That Citrakūṭa hill lies between Madhya Pradesh and Uttar Pradesh. On this Citrakūṭa hill he lived, thinking of Rāma and singing bhajans of Rāma.
One day Rāma's birthday came. That day he wished to do Rāma pūjā and complete Śaraṇāgati. He was grinding sandal paste to offer Rāma the sixteen services of worship.