In plain words
I am here,” he answered. Guided by that sound, Kṛṣṇa and Arjuna went up to Karṇa. “Who are you, revered sirs? For what have you come?” Karṇa asked. Kṛṣṇa is the master director of the play. “Karṇa! I am a brahmin. I have planned My son's marriage. For that I have come to need some gold. I vowed within Myself that I would seek help from no one but you. Knowing that you were on the battlefield, I came here,” He said. Then Karṇa, “Revered sir! For a little gold must you come to the battlefield in this pitch darkness?! Go to my house. My wife will give you as much gold as you need,” he said. Then Kṛṣṇa says: “Karṇa! What I need is a little gold, just enough for a small maṅgalasūtra. Why should I go to Hastināpura for it, search out your house, beg it of your wife and go through all this trouble?! Say that you cannot, and I will go away”.
“Then take the gold cap on my tooth, revered sir!” said Karṇa. “Alas! Having come for a gift, am I to break your tooth and carry it off?! I will not allow it,” said Kṛṣṇa. Then Karṇa took a stone lying close by and broke his own tooth himself. Taking it in his hands, he went to give it to Kṛṣṇa. At once Kṛṣṇa, “Ugh, ugh! How can I carry off a tooth soaked in blood for a maṅgalasūtra? I do not want it,” He said. At that moment Karṇa remembered Kṛṣṇa in his mind and, with the greatest difficulty, strung the bow that lay by him and let fly an arrow towards a cloud. Water came pouring down from there; he washed the tooth in it and said, “Here it is, revered sir! Take it.” Kṛṣṇa looked at Arjuna and, smiling broadly, said, “Arjuna! Is there such sacrifice in you?” Arjuna hung his head in shame. Then Kṛṣṇa showed Karṇa His true form: “Karṇa! I am pleased with your Bhakti and surrender, and with your spirit of sacrifice. Ask for whatever you want,” He said. Gazing his fill on Kṛṣṇa's beautiful form, Karṇa, “Kṛṣṇa! At my last moment, what could I want more than Your divine darśan?! It is my good fortune to close my eyes looking at You. I have no other wish left,” he said.
God delights in the feeling
God is won by nothing but sacrifice. Bhakti and surrender without sacrifice are artificial; whatever small thing we do, we must make the sacrifice with all our heart. God, “What have you done? How much have you done?”: these He does not ask. He looks only at the feeling with which you did it. God delights in the feeling, not in outward show. God is not so easily won by these worldly, material acts. Only when we perform sacred acts with a pure heart is divinity attained. In man today sacrifice and gratitude have both come to nothing. Not only is gratitude lacking; envy grows more and more. In every man there is envy, more or less. If you ask who is without asūyā, it is Anasūyā alone. That is why the Trimūrti were born from her womb. When anyone rises and does well, we should be glad to see it; we must not harm them out of envy, nor wish them ill. But such large-hearted people are not to be seen anywhere. They perform pūjās; they chant many mantras. But in what way do they do it? Do they do it with purity of citta?