In plain words
In the land of Bhārata the bond of guru and disciple has died away; the wealth of Satya and ordered living have dwindled; delight in Bhakti and faith has gone; and the craving for freedom without responsibilities has grown.
In the supremely holy land of Bhārata forbearance itself is our beauty; of all the vows, the one that shines brightest, a lofty character of Satya itself, is the hard tapas; if you ask what is the sweetest feeling in our land, what is more honoured than the feeling for a mother? Honour itself is greater even than life, says the moral code of our land; consigning it to the flames, they have sought out the codes of foreign lands and given to our day, in haste, the strange drawn sword called freedom. Alas! What shall I say of the rule of Bhārata? Just as the elephant does not know its own strength, so have the people of Bhārata become today.
Students, embodiments of the sacred Ātma! Teachers of learning! Lovers of learning!