In plain words
In this way Lava and Kuśa sang the story of Rāma not only before the common people but in the very presence of Śrī Rāmacandra. Rāma too heard the story of Rāma and delighted in it.
Without any fear or shyness, Kuśa and Lava went among the people, singing the story of Rāma freely and spreading it. But for the modern young men of today, if they have to sing the Name of God in front of a handful of people, shyness gets in the way. When they go out, they feel it a disgrace to put on even a little mark on the forehead. If they have to raise both hands and do namaskāra, they are as distressed as if the roof had fallen in. But Lava and Kuśa threw down this attachment to the body and went on singing the Rāmāyaṇa with attachment to the Ātma.
“When it is village gossip, to while away the time, you are ready at once, with great attention; but when the talk of God is told so sweetly, so tenderly, you will not listen quietly, O ears! Leaving off your work, to the cinemas time and again you go and go, and though you see them, are not sated; but to stand in God's presence even for a moment, O eyes, is that so very hard!”
Whom ought we to see? What were the eyes given for? What were the ears given for? We must see God. We must remember the Name of God. We must reach the presence of God. So the young men of today must pledge themselves to follow the ideal of Lava and Kuśa. Giving up attachment to the body, they must set about spreading the things of God in the world. They must recognise the sweetness in that Name, the divinity in that remembrance and the holiness in that contemplation. He is ever Rāma the bridegroom, ever Rāma of the Kodaṇḍa bow, ever Rāma crowned king. The heart itself is His empire. In the heart itself He is having His coronation celebrated. That is why Tyāgarāja said -
“Rāma, Rāma of the Kodaṇḍa bow, Rāma, Rāma crowned king, Rāma, Rāma the bridegroom, Rāghava! Rāma, one word for You; Rāma, one bundle for me; Rāma, Your song alone is the song; Rāma, Your path alone is the path; Rāma, Lord of Sītā; Rāma, You alone are the refuge; Rāma, I have bowed down to You; Rāma, I have fallen into Your hands; Rāma, the thought of You is enough; Rāma, Your Name is best; the Name of Rāma is best, the thought of Rāma is enough; the thought of Rāma is enough, the Name of Rāma is best; Rāma, I am Yours; Rāma, speak with me; Rāma, Rāma of the Kodaṇḍa bow....”
In this way the great devotees went on extolling the story of Rāma and the virtues of Rāma. So sacred a story is not to be found in any country, in any language. Though many thousands of years have gone by since the Rāmāyaṇa took place, even today the contemplation of Rāma goes on in every village and in every street. In Bhārata you will not find a man who does not know the Name of Rāma. In any village, however small, a temple of Rāma is to be seen. But what matters to us is the temple of the heart, not the temples outside.