In plain words
In such a state, why have You put me through hardships? Is there no power in You, or is there no Bhakti in me? No, no. There is Bhakti in me. It is in You that there is no power,’ he said. See, this evil thinking in the end throws the fault on God Himself. There is Bhakti in me. To justify oneself is only natural to man. That very moment he sat down again in dhyāna. Chī! Chī! How wicked I am! How powerful Rāma is! It is in me that the fault of Bhakti lies. Then he went on to say,
Would a monkey cross the ocean? Would a lady tie Him to a mortar? Would Lakṣmaṇa serve Him! Would Lakṣmī Devī love Him? Would Bharata, of subtle mind, gaze and gaze and bow down? Ah, how great Rāma's power is!
‘Rāma! How great is Your power? If not for this very greatness, what kind of being is Lakṣmaṇa? One such as Ādiśeṣa. And he serves Your feet! Lakṣmī Devī, whom the whole world longs for, who draws the whole world, has become the servant of Your feet! If there were no power in You, is she a madwoman? No, no; I lost my sense and behaved in this way. I forgot my Satya. I forgot Your purity. Because I became impure, I blamed You in this way. Rāma! Is Your greatness to be found anywhere else!’ So he praised Rāma. In the same way, at one time they were nailing Jesus to the cross. Unable to bear that pain, ‘O God! Why are You tormenting Me in this way?’ He said. At once He recognised the truth. ‘This is Your will; it is You who created. It is You who sustained. It is You who protected. Do just what pleases You. I will not speak against Your will. That is My way. To blame You is My own fault.’ With these words He recognised His own fault, and that very moment the voice from the heavens spoke: ‘All are one My dear son, be alike to every one.’ In just the same way, the moment every man recognises his own fault, divinity reveals itself right there. But man today does not try to recognise his own fault. He looks for the faults in others. To look for the faults in others he sends for a thousand eyes.