The fruit of those of meagre intelligence, of small understanding, is finite, perishable. The worshippers of the gods go to the gods; My devotees go to Me. So, though the effort is the same, they do not take refuge in Me alone, who give endless fruit; alas, indeed, they fare hard. The Lord shows His compassion. For what reason do they not take refuge in Me alone? It is told.
Contemporary English rendering of the Sanskrit bhāṣya, pending scholar review.