In plain words
Long ago there lived a woman named Lailā. She was very rich, very wealthy. At one time this woman saw Majnū and fell in love with him. But her parents did not agree. "You, marry this pauper! That cannot be," they said. Lailā did not wish to hurt her parents or to displease her parents. Lailā was a woman of great virtue. A wise woman. She prayed to God. "I love him. Does he love me or not?" She set out to test him. She sent two of her maids. "Lailā has fallen very dangerously ill. To save her, your blood is needed," she asked. At once he cut himself, filled a glass to the brim with blood and sent it. "Not only that: tell Lailā this. If she needs it, I will give up my life and pour out the blood in my body. It is enough that she lives," he said. When the maid took it and told Lailā: "I could not recognise that there was true love in him, so much of it. I sat measuring only my own love," she thought. In the same way God too keeps testing. Do you have this strength? Or not? Will he offer in this way, or will he not? "Has this man limited strength or unlimited strength?" So He keeps testing. If a poor girl marries a rich man, that girl gains a share in the rich man's wealth. In the same way, if we offer ourselves wholly to God, we gain a share in all that is God's. All God's power is ours. We have no separate power of our own. God is endowed with infinite power. His glories cannot be counted as this one and that one. We only take refuge in God, who has such transcendent powers; we do not long for Him. Not only take refuge: we must long for Him. Not only long for Him: we must love Him. Not only love Him: we must yearn for Him. Not only yearn: we must melt away in it. We must not hold on to these petty bodily desires at all. All these are negative. Today every man longs for Mukti. True, Mukti is indeed to be wished for. Mukti for what?