In plain words
Wherever he looked, wherever he went, even when he went into the forests, it was Jayadev… Aṣṭapadīs alone. The people kept singing them. 'It is only these songs of Jayadeva they are singing; the songs I wrote … does not sing!' And envy began in him. One day he called his ministers. He had written a … song. 'Is it fine? Is it like Jayadeva's songs?' he asked. That minister, without any fear of the kind, told him the truth as it was. 'What shall I say, Mahārāja! Your songs do not melt the heart as Jayadeva's songs melt it. Jayadeva's sweet words are … sweet. Your verses are grave. They are not sweet,' he said. Then he said: 'Like a tree that bears no fruit, like a fruit with no juice, like a cow that gives no milk, an experience without the eternal Satya: such is your word!' The king grew angry that he had said his verses were fruits with no juice. 'Chī! I am a devotee of Jagannātha. He is a devotee of Jagannātha. So Jagannātha Himself must decide. Nothing is gained by … and me deciding it,' he said. They took the bundles of the two of them. They went. They placed them before Jagannātha. They prayed. 'O Jagannātha! You must uphold my honour, my fame and my standing,' he said. The king prayed for … fame and standing. Jayadeva: 'I do not need that fame. These songs were written in an Ānanda that overflows with the fragrance of my heart, which blossomed as … welled up.' The … placed them there. They put on a big lock. They posted soldiers as a guard. They came away. They went, wondering which Jagannātha would accept. On the second day, with great pomp, the king took many flowers and fruits with him and went. They undid the lock and opened the doors. Jayadeva's books were in Jagannātha's hand; He had pushed the king's books aside.
At that very moment the king killed his Ahaṅkāra. 'O God! Each one's own decision… is not right. Your decision is the right one. I am one full of vāsanās for the objects of the senses. He is one who has risen above the vāsanās for the objects of the senses. Mine is attachment to the body. His is attachment to the Ātma. Mine is made only of Bhakti and surrender. His has entered a sweet heart. A sweet heart alone is the … taste for Mādhava. I think that I am the man. That is my Ahaṅkāra. Jayadeva is not like that. I am the woman; the Puruṣa is Kṛṣṇa alone.' One should not speak of his ways like this, but ... He would feel ever so much. Picturing himself as the woman and Kṛṣṇa as the man, he would experience great Ānanda. He thought of Padmāvatī … sister …, but never as a wife. If I alone sing of God, it stays without rāga. You are the tāla, Padmāvatī. I am the rāga; you are the tāla. Thinking that with this rāga and tāla they would delight Kṛṣṇa, he was filled with joy.