In plain words
The water will keep running into the bucket. Take that as the śruti and sing a song. Do the smaraṇa of God's Name. Your anger will go. If it still does not go, take a glass of cold water and drink it. As far as possible, it stops with this. If it is still there, take a quick walk of a furlong or two furlongs. It will be cured. All our ancients kept steering their natural traits along the right path in this way. In those days they gave pills of this kind for all of these. Today he gives a pill for anxiety. As soon as he takes it, drowsiness comes and he falls asleep. We must not take these pills. What pill do we need? The Name of God. This is the chief thing in the Kali age. If we keep doing this nāmasmaraṇa, there is nothing in the world beyond it. So we must do nāmasmaraṇa. Through this Name alone, our misfortune and unrest are suppressed to some extent, Śānti is developed and Ānanda is brought. What is the power we have in this Kali age?
There is not, there is not, O fortunate one, an age equal to the Kali age; by remembrance and contemplation, O Lord, the supreme goal is attained.
In this Kali age there is nothing greater than the Name. Nāmasmaraṇa itself is the right medicine. In the Kṛta age dhyāna, in the Tretā age yajña, in the Dvāpara age worship. And in the Kali age, nāmasmaraṇa. What an easy path! A far subtler path than those of the Kṛta, Tretā and Dvāpara ages. We are unable to take up even so subtle a path. We are unable to follow it. We are unable to sit even for just two minutes. How then can we do tapas? This is not possible. So we must do nāmasmaraṇa. There is nothing beyond smaraṇa. So, contemplating the Name of God and gradually cooling the vices that arise in us, see how much Ānanda there is in this singing.
That is why they called God fond of song. They say He loves singing. Tumbura and Nārada are always singing near Nārāyaṇa. That is their one work. In it God used to be absorbed without a break. There is so much Ānanda in that singing. It draws the mind. It delights the mind. It delights the heart. It absorbs one wholly. Singing has this much worth. Even if we do not know śruti, laya and tāla, such a yearning must come from our heart. Nārada had no family. He was always remembering the Name of Nārāyaṇa. He went to Nārāyaṇa. 'Swami! I am singing.