In plain words
For whom? I am offering it for the sake of God. What did Bharata say! I long for Rāma alone, who is God. In what concerns God, no fault can be seen at all. Only one who has given up every attachment is a true devotee. To such things as mother, father and guru we must not give any room at all. In worldly matters, where this divine path is absent, in worldly life, we must take all these as our standard. But at the time we enter into God, we need nothing at all. God alone is greater than all. There is nothing beyond God. For that we may offer up everything’: he wrote that letter and sent it. At that very moment, she: ‘Calo re man gaṅgā jamunā tīr... calo re man’: O mind! You go. Set out. Where did she go? She went away to Dvārakā. That is why she won great fame. She had no worldly desires. No likings bound to nature. Where can faults cling to so pure a life? Faults do not even come near. For hearts as pure as that, is it possible to stay apart from the husband? That is why Sītā too went away with Rāma.
This Rāma too killed the rākṣasas, these very women, without mercy or leniency. Not only this: he who was the son of that Emperor Bali, his son too had children. Who? Mantharā. When she first saw this Emperor Bali, she was overjoyed. Śrīman Nārāyaṇa was walking up to Emperor Bali as the little Vāmana. As he came, so small. “Oh! How lovely it would be to have such a son!” she longed. She longed for one like him to be born as her son. But at the moment he set his foot on her grandfather's head and pushed him down to the nether world: “Fie, fie, fie! One must kill such a one,” she thought. That is why that same one came in the Dvāpara age as Pūtanā, thinking of herself as his mother and of him as her son, suckled him meaning to kill him, and was killed in her turn. Whether such saṅkalpas are pure or impure, their fruit, whatever it is, keeps coming to fruition.