In plain words
So no one understands what great, holy and divine thing He bestows on the devotee who has become worthy of His Grace. That is just why man must not hope from God for anything trifling or small. He must not love them; he must not pray for them. Greater and more precious than everything is Prema. If you do wish to ask God for something, and you would ask in that way, then: ‘O God! You alone are enough for me’: that is the wish you may ask for. If that one thing is there, we can gather everything to ourselves. That is why Mīrā too said there is nothing more precious than the jewel of Prema. It is like holding so precious a thing and going up to the kalpavṛkṣa to ask for coffee powder. So if we wish to ask God for anything, we must ask for Him alone; we must not ask for other desires, petty and trifling ones. Even when we ask, we must not praise God in many ways and invent many praises so as to win His approval. ‘You are an ocean of compassion, You are a sea of kindness, You are the kinsman in distress, the protector of the helpless’: all such praises weary God. All these belong merely to the field of trade. The fruits one gets by praising God in that way, these are not the right fruits either. From ancient times maharṣis, yogis and all such have tried to praise God in this way, and for that very reason, though they did tapas for hundreds of years, they went on failing to have their wishes fulfilled.
God longs only for the human form. Only when we think of Him as a companion, as a friend, does He feel boundless delight. ‘O dearest one! O jewel of my heart!’ With forms of address like these we can win His favour to any measure. Rather than that:
‘Beyond the reach of speech You are: is it in even Brahmā and the gods to praise Your deeds? O Kṛṣṇa, I am waiting; hear my plea and protect me… (Beyond the reach of speech…) You brought back and gave Your guru's son, whom Death had carried off. You crushed the pride of Kāma; You freed Vasudeva and Devakī from prison; when that Draupadī, forsaken and alone, cried out, “Hā! Kṛṣṇa!”, You saved her; well done, well done, You guarded the Pāṇḍavas. You ended Kucela's distress; You took away the crookedness of the misshapen Kubjā.’
Praise Him so, and it turns into something laughable: here is a man flattering God, holding up this one and that one as his examples, to get his own fruit.