In plain words
Embodiments of Prema!
On the stage of the world's drama there is no role man has not put on. There is no part he has not acted. He has put on eighty-four lakh roles, played out dramas to suit those roles, and still, without growing weary, without taking off this costume, without ending his drama, man goes on carrying his life further. An officer goes to the office at eight o'clock and is all eagerness to reach his own place, wondering when it will be four o'clock, or half past four, so that he can get to his home, his own place. Sitting in some train or some bus, he travels on, wanting to reach his own place as quickly as he can; full of eagerness, wondering, ‘When, oh when, shall we reach the home that is our own place?’, man is in a hurry. But in the matter of life, however many births man takes, however heavy the burden he carries, though he is caught in losses and turmoil, that he still does not give up this costume is a great wonder. Man is very fond of life.
Man Perishes, but Humanness Does Not Perish
Who is man? What was born from the root called vir in the Latin language is pavitra. ‘Human life is very sacred’: that is its inner meaning. Though man perishes, humanness does not perish. For this humanness there is no perishing at all. It is ever full of the very form of amṛta. It is full of Ānanda.