In plain words
What comes through these resolves goes through these very resolves. So we must keep pure feelings and the principle of Prema safe within the heart.
This Prema has the form of a triangle. One angle: it fears no one. Prema has no fear at all. Prema does not beg of another. Prema loves for the sake of Prema, not for the sake of some other thing. Prema is fearless. Prema does not beg of others. These three qualities are the chief life-breath of Prema. Such a sacred principle of Prema is itself true Prema. Once a king went to the forest to hunt. Having hunted, he grew tired. He was thirsty. Some distance away a small hut came into view. Thinking someone might be there, he went in. There a great soul was absorbed in dhyāna. The king did not disturb his sādhana. The king sat down right there. Rising from dhyāna, the great soul asked after his welfare: 'Who are you, sir? Why have you come?' 'I am the king of a country. I entered the forest to hunt. I am tired. Seeing this hut, I came to rest a little in it.' At these words the sage, in great joy, gave the king the roots and tubers he had gathered for himself and some cool water. The king enjoyed them fully and was pleased. When it was time to go back, the king entreated the great soul. Swami! Our kingdom is very near. He asked him to come along with him and accept his hospitality, for the great kindness he had shown. But this great soul, who had renounced all attachment, would not agree to this at all. But the king pressed him hard. Wishing to satisfy the king, he went with him. As soon as they arrived, both of them bathed. The king went into the house for worship. Right behind him, this great soul too went into the worship room. The king was praying. God of gods! By good fortune I have become a king today. But this little kingdom does not suffice for me. I must spread my kingdom further. I must take in many more small kingdoms. He asked Him to look on him with mercy and grant him fitting grace. Hearing these words, the great soul rose and was going away without telling the king. 'Swami! Are you going before you have eaten? Wait a while,' said the king. 'Sir, I did not come to beg alms from a beggar. You are a beggar.