In plain words
But I could not save that girl's life. A girl of such virtue is very hard to find,” she said. Then she had him married again, to a girl called Viṣṇupriyā. After the marriage Caitanya again left home to spread the principle of God. “What I need is God alone. I have no need of any thought but the thought of God,” he felt.
Bhakti, the power of God
As Caitanya went through the streets singing bhajans with cymbals in his hands, some envious people snatched the cymbals away. Then he hung a drum round his neck and sang bhajans playing it, and some ruffians smashed that too. Even so, he was not shaken in the least. “Ah! This bond too has fallen away from me. I have no need of these cymbals or this drum. The hands God gave me are safe, are they not! These are enough,” he thought, and began to sing bhajans keeping time with his hands. Some thugs caught hold of him and beat him badly. Even then he went on keeping the Name of Kṛṣṇa in mind. From the blows they struck, his whole body was covered in blood. Yet by the time his mother came and looked, there was not a single bloodstain on his body; all the wounds had vanished without a trace. “This body is God's alone, not mine,” he felt.
Those in the world who cannot recognise the principle of God sink into delusions of many kinds. In the days when I was in the old mandir, one day a great many people came there in crowds. Easwaramma came quietly to Me: “Swami! These people look like very bad men. I am so afraid they may do You some harm that I cannot sleep,” she said. Then I: “Give no room to such fear. Sooner or later one has to leave the body. So give up attachment to the body,” I said. I gave her courage and sent her home. It was an old thatched shed. I was sleeping in it all alone. That night they set fire to the house from all four sides. The flames caught and leapt up high.