In plain words
When she argued like this, he grew very angry. The king is a man of rajoguṇa. The devotee is one of pure sattva. Kingship and the sāttvic nature never get along. How can water and fire get along? Where there is water there is no fire. Where there is fire there is no water. Yet fire came out of water itself. Mīrā went on teaching such close bonds of kinship clearly. This teaching was not for the Mahārāṇā alone. She held it up as an eye-opener for all the people of the world.
Many of our students too, when they go home in the holidays and sit down to eat, are afraid of what everyone will think if they have to say the Brahmārpaṇam prayer. Why be afraid?
Drive off fear, that ghost, and live without fear, friends; fear there should be of what is called sin, friend; fear of the world, why should you have it, friend? Afraid of everyone, the bhajan of God you could not sing; and when, fallen into delusion, at the hour of death, Yama, overpowering you, drags you off, saying, “Come now, come!”, though you weep, “Alas, alas!”, who will come to stand in his way, friend?
Today, if out of fear we give up calling on the Name of God, then when the nooses of Yama come and torment us, crying, “Go! Go!”, and we cry, “Alas, alas!”, who else will set us free, who is there to save us? The remembrance we make in our lifetime is for our support at the hour of death. So only if we keep chanting the Name of God from this tender age will all of it be there to save us when the last hour comes, whenever it comes.
Students! You must not be afraid in the least of calling on the Name of God. Still less must you give room to pride and the sense of ‘mine’. When we are dragged down by pride and the sense of ‘mine’, we wear our own life away; we must offer everything to God. The heart You gave me, O Lord, I offer back to You, O glorious One! Who gave this body, who gave this Buddhi? Who gave the stomach? Who gave this life-breath? Who gave Āṅgīrasa to every nerve, this power to every limb? You alone gave everything. ‘I offer back to You that very thing, O glorious One.’ What You gave me, that very thing I offer to You. It is not something I brought. It is not something I gave. What You gave, I give back to You alone. Many learned men, strict in their discipline, go to rivers such as the Godāvarī, the Kṛṣṇā, the Gaṅgā, the Yamunā and the Kāverī to perform the sandhyā rite.