In plain words
Having seen it all, she was leaving. That is, at the time of leaving the body she took nothing with her. ‘Why all these? When we come, we do not bring even this much cloth; when we go, we leave no address with our relatives or our parents. As we came, just so we go.’ Thinking so, she was going on her way. God, the king, is master of this whole exhibition. ‘What is this, mother, you are leaving empty-handed?’ He said. ‘Empty-handed I came, empty-handed I go. This is my nature,’ she said. ‘No, no, you must take some one thing from here,’ He said.
Ask for God, and everything becomes your very own
The King of kings, the Mahārāja: He, the King above kings, is God. He asked; ‘Take some one thing away with you!’ He said. Then can You give what I ask for? ‘Certainly; whatever you ask for in this exhibition called creation, I will not even reckon its value; I will surely give it,’ said the king. O King! You alone are what I want. If I have You, it is as if all this were mine. What use is it for me to ask for all the little things of this world? You alone are the Creator of all. You alone are the One who dissolves all. You alone are the Sustainer of all. If I take You, this whole exhibition becomes mine. Then God gave Himself, His own very Self. Then and there the woman said: this alone is what makes birth worthwhile. However much one enjoys, here
The worry there is on earth over supporting sons and friends, over business and talk, the worry that always springs up over winning wealth, grain, pleasures and fame: if that worry were given to seeing the twin lotus feet of Nanda's son, what worry would there be over passing the door of Yamarāja's dreadful abode, O Lord?
There is the terrible abode of Yamarāja. Look: it has massive doors, shut fast. So if you are to open his doors and pass through, the thought of God is enough.