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In plain words

Now the evening service was held in the hall of the Samaj. It was about half past eight at night. Some two hours after dusk the night grew bright with moonlight. The trees and creepers of the garden seemed to float in the clear rays of the autumn moon. Meanwhile, in the hall of the Samaj, the sankirtan had begun. Bhagavan Sri Ramakrishna was dancing, drunk with the love of Hari, and the Brahmo devotees, with drums and cymbals, danced round and round him. Everyone was lost in divine feeling, as though they had come face to face with God! The sound of Hari's name rose higher and higher. All around, the villagers heard the name of Hari, and in their hearts they thanked Benimadhav, the devotee who owned the garden, again and again.