In plain words
That is not solitude. Be among everyone, be in the bazaar, be anywhere, sit in a gathering. Wherever you are, turn your mind towards God. Neither your body nor your feeling must waver in the least. There is a bond between you and God. What belongs to these two alone is solitude. Nothing must come in between. Not even a mosquito must come in the way. That is solitude. They give many meanings to solitude. Be doing whatever you like, be travelling, go by bus, go by train: you must keep your mind on God. That is what they have been calling solitude. Without keeping any kind of tie with others, at the time of dhyāna, at the time of thinking of God, you must give no room to anything other than the two, you and God. The radiance that springs up in these two is Prema. There are trees in a forest. The branches of the trees rub against one another. By rubbing against one another, fire starts. In the same way, in the bond called jīva and God, the flame called Prema keeps glowing. The Prema that comes from wife and children, the Prema that comes from parents, the Prema that comes from brothers: there is a great difference between them. All those are momentary. They are things that slip away. They are not steady. All those are things that run off. Things that slide away. But the bond between you and God does not waver in the least. It is not a thing that strays. Whoever has such eternal, true Prema, to them alone all comforts come. Everything will be under their control. For that very reason Tyāgarāja said it: ‘Rāma! If there is just the one strength of Your grace, that is enough; the nine planets come into my hands,’ he said.
Kṛṣṇa came to Sūradās in the guise of a cowboy. ‘Sir, Sūradās, where are you going?’ ‘Who are you, my dear?’ Sūradās asked. ‘I am a cowboy! This cowboyer has two meanings. One is one who grazes cattle; the other, one who protects cows. Take whichever meaning you like, I am a cowboy. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘I am going to Dvārakā, my dear.’ ‘Then this is not the way.’ ‘Then which is the way?’ ‘I will show you, boy!’ Calling him aside alone: ‘Do you know who I am?’ ‘You are a cowboy,’ he said. ‘How do you know that I am a cowboy?’ ‘You yourself said so.’ ‘Then do you know what kind of herdsman I am? I am Gopāla. You are trying to go to the place where Gopāla lives. Gopāla lives in Dvārakā. Shall I give you sight?’ He asked. Sūradās said no.