In plain words
From the time you rise from sleep until you go to sleep again, for the belly's sake you let your life be spent without limit or reckoning; your learning you pour away, and forgetting the lotus-eyed Lord, what great happiness have you gained? Reflect on it gladly, O man!
Embodiments of Prema! Hunger and thirst, joy and sorrow: all these keep coming, one after another. You think that man is born for the sake of food. No, no. He is born for the sake of Ānanda. The man who forgets Ānanda and scrambles after food comes to his end with that very food. The true purpose of festival days is to experience Ānanda, not merely to cook and eat the five delicacies and sweet rice. The body does need food! But we are not born merely for the sake of food. Food is not what matters to us; Ānanda alone is foremost. Forgetting this Satya, we scramble merely for food and enjoyment. The body is born of Prema. So we must live for Prema, not for food. But, forgetting this Satya, from the moment we rise from sleep until we go to sleep again, we spend our life for the belly's sake without limit or reckoning. We are not putting this body to use for the very purpose it came for. “A hovel of filth, a servant's basket wasting away with diseases, a tuber that, once born, is set stirring...” Growing fond of a body such as this, we scramble for its sake in many ways.
Embodiments of Prema! We must live so that we may be redeemed. We must choose God. We must love God.