In plain words
To do every wicked deed that takes your fancy, did that Īśvara create you? Come to your senses even now, and with your own hands, come quickly and sing the bhajan of Hari.
The hands given to us are not for doing any and every deed. They are for remembering God. For singing the bhajan of God. For clapping happily when someone else speaks good. You must become pure persons who regard every limb as for the pleasure of the Paramātma, and make it worthwhile.
Śāstra knowledge, experiential knowledge, Viveka knowledge and worldly knowledge: we must have them all. Only when these four become one do you become educated. Otherwise: it is not merely a matter of spending some time for your livelihood, specialising in one subject and somehow passing your life. In our Institute all the students must become ideal students. Whoever asks them about anything, they must be such as answer at once. That power of attraction must be in each of them. That is divinity. Now look, Svāmī is here. People of so many countries, of every region, all come and pour in here: is it because we send them invitations or advertise? Nothing of the kind. That power of attraction, that pure divinity itself, draws them all. Though divinity is everywhere, in each place it takes on something special. Kāśī is a great holy place. Tirupati is a great holy place, Śrīraṅgam is a great holy place: so we may say in many ways. Badarī, Amarnāth, Kedāra: all these are holy places. All these holy places did not come from the greatness of the place. They came from the greatness of our qualities. All the holy places are in our own heart. To develop them we keep visiting all these outer places. The bird you see in the bush is the very bird in your hand. But some ignorant people, people without Viveka, see the bird in the bush and let go the bird in the hand. We let go what has come easily into our hands. The bee seeks only the nectar in the lotus flower. The frog is close at hand. It swims about in the water as long as it likes. Thinking to take a little rest on this lotus flower, it keeps leaping up onto the flower. But the bee has no rest. The frog does not know the sweetness. Until that bee gets into that flower it keeps crying ‘jhuuum’ without a pause, poor thing. Once it is in that flower, that sound falls silent. Drinking that nectar it becomes drunk with it. That is, it becomes intoxicated. We must foster that kind of relationship, and no other. When we visit each place, we have the chance to bring its holiness to mind within our heart.