In plain words
That is, he follows only the path of pravṛtti. But he does not understand the principle of nivṛtti. What is Bhakti? People take merely doing dhyāna, doing japa and the like to be Bhakti.
They taught this Bhakti as nine kinds of path:
Listening, singing, remembering Viṣṇu, serving His feet, worship, salutation, service, friendship and the offering of the self.
Among these nine paths, ātmanivedana has been given an exalted place. Only after friendship does ātmanivedana come. Until then there is no arpita. What does arpita mean? Giving oneself. We must develop this friendship. What is the principle of friendship? Is friendship saying hello when someone says hello? No, no. Two bodies, one prāṇa. That is friendship. One and the same feeling must arise in the two bodies. That is what they called maitrī. Mai-tri means this: in all three, body, Manas and Ātma, what is there is one. That is true friendship. What is called arpita is like this: body, Manas and the principle of the Ātma. Only then does this divinity come to us. As long as one thinks ‘I am I, you are you’, it does not come. ‘Mamaivāṃśo jīvaloke jīvabhūtas sanātanaḥ.’ In each and every one, only My part is there. So you are not one who stands apart. Only because bodies differ do you think of yourself as a separate person. If we want to develop this principle of maitrī, we must conduct ourselves rightly according to the command. In the Bhakti of today, people keep only their own self-interest as the goal, and do not obey God's command at all. Then why give a command? Then where is the principle of Bhakti? When you do not do what you are told, where will Bhakti come from? In each and every thing we must conduct ourselves according to God's command. That is the true path.
Purandaradāsa said: ‘O God! I was born into this world only because I forgot You. If I keep You alone in my heart, I have no birth at all.’ For everyone's doubts there is one cause alone. As long as there is attachment to the body, doubt does not leave a man. Just once, enquire. On a hill, on a rock, a tree has sprung up. Who built a basin round it, watered it, put manure to it and raised it? You alone raised it. Who put so many colours on the peacock? What a great artist You are, O God!