In plain words
The Prema he had for Rāma, he had for nothing else. He sent none other than Hanumān. Whoever says no, by that very one He gets the work done! ‘Hanumā! Go up such-and-such a mountain and bring a liṅga. The installation must be done,’ He said. He did not have much interest. He showed no enthusiasm. ‘It must be done within such-and-such a time. Bring it at once,’ He said. He went, and brought it back.
Where There Is Śraddhā, There Alone Is Jñāna
Wherever there is śraddhā, there alone is Jñāna. When there is no śraddhā, even Jñāna does not work. He came 10 minutes later than the time Rāma had given. Before that, Rāma had made a liṅga of sand and installed it. Because it was 10 minutes late, He said He did not want that liṅga. Hanumān grew very angry. ‘He says He does not want the liṅga I took such pains to bring,’ and he was hurt. Right then he grew angry with Rāma. ‘What? Is my Bhakti too little, or have You no power?’ Tyāgarāja too has described this. One of the two had to be true. Until it was settled, his mind would not be calm. He sat down. In me there is Bhakti. He plucked out one hair after another and looked. Each and every hair said ‘Rām Rām’; every hair on his body uttered the Name of Rāma. He was satisfied within himself that there was Bhakti in him. ‘There is no power in Rāma; in me there is Bhakti,’ and he was content. Even in Bhakti a kind of Ahaṅkāra begins. He thought it over again. What a mistake! ‘If there were no power in God, could I have crossed so vast an ocean? I could never have done so great a deed,’ he concluded. It was with just this in mind that Tyāgarāja,
Would a monkey cross the ocean? Would a lady tie Him to a mortar? Would Lakṣmī Devī love Him? Would Lakṣmaṇa serve Him? Would Bharata, of subtle understanding, look on Him and bow down?
so answered himself and was at rest. The whole world prays to Lakṣmī Devī; every man you see: ‘O Lakṣmī!