In plain words
So if we plant a lemon tree and want mango fruit, we will not get it. Or if we plant a mango seed and want a jackfruit, we will not get it. Whatever we plant, those very fruits we have to experience. So if we pray for the sake of fruits, whatever we planted, whatever we did, those very fruits keep coming to us. If we do not long for fruits but long only for the true fruit, the fruit of the Name, the sweet essence of the Name, believe it, all we wish for will come. So if we ask for God, every wish is fulfilled. If, instead of asking for God, we ask for the world, which is like a ghost, this ghost-like world will seize us and torment us. There is no escape. So what you should ask for is God alone. What you should receive is the Prema of God alone. What you should practise is the remembrance of God's Name.
When we churn well this ocean called the remembrance of the Name, from this very ocean comes the fruit called Prema. This divine essence is the very essence that gathers and blends all the Vedas. This Prema is the treasure of nectar that all the śāstras churned out and gave. Unlike worldly loves, it does not dwindle away little by little. It does not grow thin. Worldly love, little by little, as the days go by, keeps wearing away. Many a time I tell this to our children. We must recognise clearly the close kinship or the differences between the divine Prema of God and the passing, impermanent, petty love of the world. In this modern age a young man married a girl he liked. As soon as they were married, he looked on his wife as his life. So one evening they were going for a walk in the Lal Bagh public park. Afraid that, poor thing, she might slip away somewhere, that they might be parted in the crowd, he walked along holding her hand. He did not see the world at all. He could see nothing whatever but his wife. At such a time, as they walked along the path, a thorn on the path caught his eye. The moment he saw the thorn, fearing that his wife, as dear to him as his life, might somehow tread on it, he cried, 'A thorn, a thorn!' and pulled her away.