In plain words
So you too must come to our house one day and eat our feast," it said. The monkey was astonished. "Where is it asking me to come? Where does it live?" it wondered. This monkey is man in his former births. It has plenty of cleverness. We say, "Oh, just a monkey." But not even man has the cleverness a monkey has. That is precisely why Hanumān became the servant of Śrī Rāma. What a task he accomplished! "All right," the monkey agreed, poor thing. "How am I to come to your house? I cannot go down into the water. You cannot come out of the water onto the bank. So I cannot come to your house," it said. Oh, my friend! I have such a big body; sit on me, and I will carry you across like a boat. Right before reaching the bank on the other side, the crocodile told its secret. "No, no. Brother, my wife longs very much to eat your heart. I must satisfy my wife. That is why I brought you here." It said. The monkey thought hard. "You silly fellow! To satisfy your wife is surely a joy to me too. But why did you not tell me right then? My heart — since I am always leaping about, I was afraid it might fall somewhere, so I hung it on the tree and came away. Turn back again," it said. "I have put the heart away safely in one place. Come, let us go back. We will fetch it and come," it said. This crocodile had plenty of strength, but no sense. It was like the educated people of today. Trusting that the monkey would give it the heart, it came back. "Stay right here; I will go up and bring the heart," it said, and climbed up the tree. O foolish crocodile! Can anyone take out a heart and hang it up? Have you not even this much sense? I do not want the friendship of such as you. When I did you a good turn, did you in the end try to kill me, of all people? Is this gratitude? I do not want the friendship of such ungrateful ones. If we would show gratitude to God, we must not act like this.
We must offer the heart to God. That itself is the tax we give. This too is only what You have given. It is not something I have brought.
The very heart You gave me, O Lord, that same heart I offer back to You, O glorious One.
I am offering You only what You gave. Where could I bring anything from? I am nothing. Everything is Yours. What else could I fittingly bring for the worship of Your feet? I fold my hands to You; accept it, my Lord. This alone is what I offer.