In plain words
God has gone on adding still more beauty to a beautiful world. Where did He set the moon? He set it like a lighthouse. God. He gives coolness to everyone. With the rivers flowing from His locks, with the eye upon His brow, He Himself brings about a creation that makes the whole world sparkle and delights it, and gives happiness and peace to all mankind; yet man cranes his neck for this made-up, petty happiness and peace. A heart such as this He has granted to man. What kind of heart? A cool heart. A heart of compassion, a heart of Prema, a heart of pity. Though He has given us such a heart, we keep spoiling it. That we make such a heart impure is simply an irreparable loss to humanness itself.
To God, who has given such grace, we must pay tax. Even in ancient times the great sages called it bali. Giving bali to God. People misunderstood it to mean giving a living creature to God as bali. Bali does not mean harming a living creature. Bali means tax. A word has so many meanings. A small example. We call people Śikhaṇḍi. Taking a twisted meaning, we say that a Śikhaṇḍi is one who is neither male nor female. Śikhaṇḍi is in fact a name of Nārāyaṇa. It means the one who wears a peacock feather. Kṛṣṇa. When there are so many sacred meanings like this, we do not understand them; we take only the wrong meanings and believe them to be fact. Bali does not mean harming. We must offer God the tax. The tax is just this: expressing our gratitude to God. How is it to be expressed? Simply by expressing it in prayer. It is just this: offering to God, in the form of words, the Ānanda that springs from your heart.
Pōtana too said this very thing. O Rāma!