In plain words
“Then I shall give you instruction; what will you give as gurudakṣiṇā?” said Caitanya. “Swami! Of whatever I steal, I will give some to you,” he said. “My son, I do not want that. From now on give me your word that you will not steal; that itself is my gurudakṣiṇā,” he said. “Swami, I will give anything, but that word I will not give,” he said. “Then, never mind, I shall give you instruction. Wherever you go to steal, repeat there the Name I give you a hundred and eight times, and then steal,” he said. He softly called him close. At this Swami's talk his heart grew cool. Sambhāṣaṇaṃ saṅkaṭanāśanaṃ. With this his fear was eased to some extent. Sparśanaṃ karmavimocanaṃ: he called him close. He took hold of his head. He put his mouth to his ear. He gave him the eleven-syllable mantra, Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya. With this touch came release from karma. Darśanaṃ pāpanāśanaṃ. Sambhāṣaṇaṃ saṅkaṭanāśanaṃ. Sparśanaṃ karmavimocanaṃ. Off he went. Everyone was coming to Caitanya. The rich were coming too. “This is a good chance,” he thought. The very richest man in that village set out and came, with his wife and children, all of them. He watched for this moment carefully. He went to their treasury. He opened the cupboards. Everything came into view. Diamonds, cat's-eyes, rubies: all came into view. He looked. He opened the door. He sat down. He had to repeat Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya a hundred and eight times. Not until then could he touch them. Before these hundred and eight were done, the master of this house and all the members of the family finished their darśan and came home. This rich man's wife went into the room to take off all her jewels and put them away. There he was, doing japa: Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya. She saw him. Thinking that some great soul had come into their house and was chanting the Name, she went and brought her husband. He too saw. Saying Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya. “This is some great soul. Our good fortune has ripened today,” they thought, and all of them did pūjā to him, bowed to him, and honoured him in many ways. For: “Caitanya has come into the village. Perhaps he came for his darśan. Perhaps he came into our house to do japa.” In this way noble feelings kept welling up in them. The thief saw all that they were doing. When the japa was over and he opened his eyes and looked, everyone was bowing to him. The rich man bowed: “Who are you, sir? Where have you come from? You are a great soul. Our birth has found its fulfilment today. You must take your meal in our house, accept our hospitality and bless us,” he prayed. Then a great change came over him. “Alas! I came to steal, and through remembering the Name of God in this way, they give even me such honour; if I truly become a ṛṣi, how much more honour I could receive! To what a high station I could rise!” he thought.