In plain words
But the Prema that belongs to the heart is not like that. When it comes, it grows. You must foster that Prema. There is no God greater than Prema. Prema is our life, Prema is our kin, Prema is our friend, Prema is our food, Prema is our all. A heart filled with Prema can never become impure. Into a heart filled with the nectar of Prema, ‘poison’ cannot enter. But because you do not know the true worth of Prema, you spread it over worldly things and waste it. If you want to protect the country and make it prosperous, you must foster Prema. Whatever work you do, you must do it with Prema. Prema always yields a result that is sacred. So: “With a mind rejoicing in Prema, say Rāma, Rāma, Rām...”