In plain words
Then our happiness rests within the happiness of all. Our happiness is not to stay separate, like a drop of oil poured on water. Like water joined with water, like milk joined with milk, our life must merge with society. Pippalāda went on teaching all his disciples that every brahmacārī must recognise this very truth.
But in this humanness we must go through hardships. We must bear pains. We must face blame and harsh words. Only then does the real truth become clear. Only then can we reach a high place. A gardener, from dawn until night, to keep the garden alive, was bringing water in a clay pot from very far away, pouring it on every plant and nourishing it. Nourishing them so, on and on, he won his master's favour. He received this honour. But one day, because of some unrest that arose at home, he set the pot down in discontent and, disheartened, came to think of his life as merely useless. However hard he tried, telling himself this was not right, he kept falling into despair and dejection. What is my life? Must my whole life be given over only to service of this kind? What has my being born come to? Many people enjoy happiness and peace. Am I not fortunate enough for such happiness and peace? How poor I am! What a sinner I am! So he went on reproaching himself within. To this self-reproach, it is said, the pot gives its answer. O gardener! It is not good for you to lose heart so much over this small unrest. Kaṣṭe phale. I myself am the example of it. Once I was clay trodden under everyone's feet. But the potter brought me, mixed me with water, trampled me with his feet, set me on the wheel and turned me, shaped me with a stick, made me into a pot, put me in the fire and baked me well, and last of all I have been taking knocks on the head from everyone. Every single person keeps striking me to see whether I am sound or not. Only because I went through hardships of this kind have I come today to stand on man's head. Had I not faced these very hardships, I would not have reached a high place. So before the high place you hope to reach, you will have to go through every kind of hardship, sorrow and loss.