In plain words
The outer world does not know they are devotees. They never join a satsaṅga at all. They never hold forth on Satya at all. They make no show of good conduct at all. Even while living this way, there are some who keep God hidden in their hearts.
In one family there were a husband and wife. The wife was a supreme devotee. At all times, without a break, she made her time worthwhile with the remembrance of God's Name. ‘At any minute, at any time, will the Name of God ever come from my husband's mouth?’ she kept waiting to see. In no circumstance, in no conversation, would he ever utter the Name of God. But the lady of the house grew more and more downcast. The Name of God alone is the chief principle of life. To swim across this ocean of saṃsāra, this Name of God alone is the boat. ‘In such a state, what will become of my husband, I wonder! Born a human being and enjoying so great a life, if one cannot remember God, what is this life for? Is this my misfortune? Or is it his misfortune?’ So she would brood, and go on weeping. One day she prayed to God beyond measure. ‘O Treasure of compassion! O Ocean of mercy! Why did You give my husband a mind like this? He has no mind to remember You even for a moment. In no circumstance at all does he remember the Name of God. Why did You bestow so hard a heart? Why have You turned my husband into a heart of stone like this? Why did You give me a husband like this? Is there no bond or kinship at all between the two of us? Is this my karma? Is it my prārabdha?’ So she wept bitterly. That night the husband was sleeping soundly. Turning over onto one side, ‘Rāmā! Rāmā!’ he said. The wife heard that word. What good fortune today! What good fortune my karmas have earned! Today I have been able to hear the word ‘Rāmā’ from my husband's lips. Without his knowing, she rose from the bed. She resolved to give away food by daybreak. She washed the floors of the house. She drew the floor designs. She sent for the auspicious music.