In plain words
In childhood, joining with many others, he becomes one with play and song; when youth blossoms, like the god of the flower bow, he roams about, infatuated with women; in middle age, sunk in worldly things, he clings to the earning of wealth; when old age comes, not thinking of Murahari, he frets that he lacks this and that; unable to give up his many evil habits, with no interest in seeking the path of Bhakti, he falls into the mire of karma and roams about in it: man mixes his birth with the dust.
There are crores of educated people in the world. From the small child to the great scholar, everyone hopes, ‘We must study, we must study.’ But what is the fruit this study yields? It helps only to feed the belly. From the man too poor to eat to the millionaire, everyone hopes to educate the children well, spending whatever money it takes. The poor educate their children even by borrowing. Even after all this, the children show no gratitude toward their parents. They do not think at all about this: “Who educated me and made me this big?”