। ॥ २४९ ॥
In plain words
Sons, grandsons, wives, other men's young women, one fortune and then another fortune, and even food and the rest of it — with all of these there is always a better and a worse, so longing never arrives anywhere. It is nothing like that once the Lord of the Yadus rises in the mind, infinite, filling everything: then the mind moves wherever it likes in an ocean of thick bliss-nectar, and nothing there is afraid.
Close to the Sanskrit
Sons, grandsons, then wives, other men's young women, possessions and then other riches — and even among foods and the like — by force of gradation there is no sufficiency through longing. Not of this sort [is it] when the Lord of the Yadus, infinite, all-pervading, has risen in the mind: in the ocean of the nectar of dense bliss [the mind] roams at will, and from that, fearlessly.