In plain words
The one who holds a bird in his hand finds his joy in that bird alone. He grows fond of it. The one who has caught no bird enjoys the joy of feeling, 'All the birds are mine.' That is, man's natural Prema must enter the natural path. We must not fix just one boundary for our Prema, as though it were in a cage. Our Prema too must flow out beyond its bounds. That itself takes the form of universal Prema. So first, a taste for the Name must arise, and we must foster compassion and Prema for society. That itself turns into the service of Viṣṇu. That is, it turns into a service that pervades all. So the right path for broadening our principle of Prema is the remembrance of the Name itself. Through this remembrance of the Name we must shape our heart into something broad.
Nothing can be found in this world greater than Bhakti. There is nothing else it can be compared with. Wherever we look, we find nothing to compare it with. We think of amṛta as sweet, the sweetest of the sweet. But set beside Prema, all the amṛta is tasteless water. So the Prema of God is supremely holy and sweet.
Sweet the word, sweet the hearing, sweet the eyes, sweet the heart; O Lord of Mathurā, sweet, sweet.
To give up such a sweet fruit and long for this fruit of Prakṛti that brings us sorrow without end: what folly! Nobody knows what precious gems lie in God's treasury, in God's store of wealth. You do not know what He has resolved to give you. Without knowing that, we play with toys. If we leave everything to Him, He Himself grants what He should grant us, and when. So we must not ask for these trifles, as though we went to the wish-fulfilling tree and asked it for coffee powder. Man's troubles, joys and wishes too come to pass of their own accord. You need not imagine, 'Swami, if we do not ask God about our troubles, how will they be removed?' Your good and bad depend only on the karmas you do. Do good, and the result is good. Do bad, and the result is bad. You need not ask God for this. Whatever we do, that very thing He gives.
'I will do this, I will do that, I will do many more besides': telling yourself so, weaving fancies, do not wear yourself out. Whatever seeds you sowed before you came here, those very fruits keep reaching you. When the seed is one, how could fruits of another kind ever come about? However many you do, he counts them, every one, the good and the bad, letting none drop; Brahmā gives you, as he sends you, a heavy garland, a necklace strung with all your karmas.