In plain words
You are satisfied, I am satisfied. But I wish to know the meaning,' he said. 'Do you still not know the meaning in the Name of Rāma?' said Nārāyaṇa. 'There is a parrot in a tree; ask that parrot,' He said. All right; bowing to the command of God, he went. 'O parrot, do you know what Rāma means?' he asked. The moment he said 'Rāma', the parrot fell down from the tree and gave up its life. Is this the meaning? Does 'Rāma' mean losing one's life? he thought. There is an inner meaning, Nārada insisted. The resolve to know must come. The firm intent must come. 'Nārāyaṇa! As You told me, I asked the parrot. The moment I said Rāma, it fell down and gave up its life. What a sinner I am!' he said. 'If you want to know the meaning, hold fast. In a brahmin's house a calf has just been born to the cow. Go and ask that calf; it will tell you,' He said. He went near. His fear was that the owner might catch hold of him and beat him, that what happened to the bird might happen again. When Nārada came, the owner went inside to bring milk. Softly he asked the calf. 'O calf! What does Rāma mean?' he said. The moment he said 'Rāma', it wagged its tail and gave up its life. What else was there to do? He left before the owner came back. He went back to Nārāyaṇa. 'Nārāyaṇa, the same story has happened. Is this all its meaning?' he said. 'No, no. There is a king in this kingdom. To that king, after long having none, a son has just been born. Go and ask that son; he will tell you,' He said. At God's command he set out. He went some distance and came back again. 'Nārāyaṇa, the bird had no one to stand by it. The calf had no one to stand by it. There was no one to catch hold of me and question me. When I ask the prince that question, if the prince dies they will put me in chains. My darśan will be gone.' 'All right, let anything happen, it is Your command,' he said, and set out. The king welcomed Nārada. 'You are the mind-born son of Brahmā. Come, Swami, come; a son has just been born; bless him,' he said. Inside there was only fear. Outwardly he went in smiling. The maids brought the child, laid in a golden tray. 'Child! Son! śatamānaṃ bhavati śatāyuṣmān,' he recited as mantras. Thinking the king would not know it, he asked in Sanskrit itself, so that it would blend into the mantras. 'Prince, what does Rāma mean?' Then the prince burst out laughing. Nārada laughed too. The prince did not die. He spoke. That was good fortune, he thought. The prince is saying: 'Mind-born son of Brahmā! When I was a parrot in a tree, you came and asked what the Name of Rāma means.