In plain words
Glittering on a lotus leaf like a drop of water, without steadiness, is life, a house of layers of pride, my friend; the world is a curtain of gloom and grief, my friend. Hari Govinda, Hari Govinda, say Hari Govinda, you dullard. When death moves close at hand, wealth and learning will not save you, my friend. Hari Govinda, Hari Govinda, say Hari Govinda, you dullard.
Students, embodiments of Prema!
Life is very fickle. In it, sorrows and diseases are endless. The world looks attractive, but it is a house of sorrow. Life is like a water bubble on the leaf of a lotus. The lotus is born in the water itself, stays in the water itself and lives in the water itself. For the lotus, water alone is the support. Water alone is the measure. Water alone is the support. Water alone is the measure.
'Satyaṃ jñānam anantaṃ brahma': this itself is the true lake. It is the lake of the divine Ātma. In this very lake the lotus of subtle form springs up. Feelings and resolves are its sacred fragrance. Māyā itself is the lotus leaf in it. What lives on this leaf is the water bubble called life.
Born in the water, growing in the water, the bubble of water sinks back into the water. Man is the bubble, Nārāyaṇa the water: it is a word that tells what is.
For all creation and dissolution, the principle of the Ātma alone is the support. Apart from it, nothing else appears to us in this world. But man, for the sake of worldly and physical life, takes refuge in the body, which is like an impermanent water bubble, imagines that this is real and lasting, and so falls into some sorrow. This Ajñāna alone is the cause of all sorrow. When one recognises oneself, there is no room at all for such Ajñāna and sorrow.