In plain words
So they went on questioning each flower. They went on describing Kṛṣṇa. All these are the frenzied ways of Prema. Without this Prema there is no Paramātma. Prema is God. God is Prema. Divinity, the very form of Prema, must be attained through Prema.
That the sprouts of Prema may grow in the desert lands empty of Prema, that the nectar-rain of Prema may pour down in a surge of Prema, that the rivers of Prema may flow, play the flute, O Kṛṣṇa, play the flute!
In the land that is empty of Prema: The heart itself is the land empty of Prema. Scatter in it the seeds called Prema, and play the flute, so that the nectar-rain of Prema pours down in a surge of Prema and the rivers of Prema flow. Your flute is filled with Prema. When does this flute give forth a sweet note, full of Prema and in tune? We must inquire a little into the nature of this flute. The flute has nine holes. Not one of them may be stopped up, this way or that. Only then do the in-breath and out-breath of God bring forth, through this tuneful flute, a sweet Ānanda. That very flute is our body. This body too has nine openings. When what are called the vāsanās for the objects of the senses stop them up, not a single sweet note is heard. We must make this flute wholly full of air. That alone is what God intends. It is God's līlā of Prema. Only then does our life become blessed, pure, exemplary and full of Ānanda, and in many ways life reaches its fulfilment. If we wish to experience this divinity, to enjoy it and to share it with others, we must make our heart pure, spotless and selfless.
From age to age, from generation to generation, we have been hearing and reading such divine teachings. But we make no fitting effort to put them into practice.
Look: is all the darkness on earth destroyed by the news of a lamp? Is the hunger of the hungry appeased by hearing how a feast of five dishes is cooked? Is the poverty of the destitute gone the moment he hears of the power of wealth? Do the sick man's grave diseases go for all his hearing of the glory of medicine?