In plain words
In the Bhagavad Gītā the Lord said, ‘Bījaṃ māṃ sarva bhūtānāṃ’, ‘Of all this physical world that is seen, I Myself am the seed.’ God Himself is the seed of the whole universe. The universe itself is the tree. Humanness is the very fruit of the tree. Without tasting this divinity called humanness, we are wasting our time today.
Whatever holy book one searches, be it the Koran, and though one wins the friendship of great souls, those great books teach, ‘Of all creatures, a human birth is hard to win.’ If, even after taking so holy a human birth, man cannot recognise what his own principle is, he cannot experience Ānanda at all. Man cranes his neck after worldly comforts and pleasures, after enjoyments and riches, but he makes no effort at all to recognise the inward principle of the Ātma. Man, born in this land of Bhārata, a land of sacrifice and a land of yoga, falls under the sway of Western civilisation and forgets even the form of his own mother. This is the nature of one who spurns his mother and loves others. However unlovely, however misshapen she may be, a man's own mother is to him the very embodiment of Ānanda. But today that humanness has vanished. They are setting off for foreign lands for nothing but an outward livelihood, the students. Somehow they pass, more or less, take a degree in hand, hang it round their necks like a pendant and travel to foreign lands to earn money. Not trying to use your learning, your strength, your own Ātma-principle, your might and your courage for the rise of your motherland, not serving your motherland, but turning out like beggars, dependent on others in a foreign land: how sad a thing this is!
Strive to uphold the name and honour of the motherland
In the Tretā Yuga, when Rāma, with Lakṣmaṇa, had entered Laṅkā, slain Rāvaṇa and was setting out back to Ayodhyā, Lakṣmaṇa said to Rāma, “Brother! I have no faith that the kingdom will fall to us even when we go to Ayodhyā. Kaikeyī may have had Bharata crowned king. The city of Laṅkā surpasses heaven. You could rule the kingdom in Laṅkā, stay on as its king and enjoy its comforts right here, couldn't You!” Then Rāma: “Lakṣmaṇa! However ugly a mother is, I am not a madman who looks at another woman's beauty and fancies she is My mother. My land of Bharata alone is My true mother. However beautiful and prosperous that mother, the city of Laṅkā, may be, however she may shine with diamonds, cat's-eyes, emeralds and rubies, I have no need of her beauty,” He said.
So, born in this holy land of Bhārata, if instead of serving with all your strength and ability as far as you can, and trying to make the name of your motherland worthy of itself, you set off like beggars for Iran or Iraq or Dubai only to heap up money, are you all really wise? Are you truly learned? No, no. You can only be called great sinners, slaves of money and nothing else. The forebears of the people of Bhārata said, ‘Greed brings sorrow and ruin.’ What happened? Those who went to Iran, and those who went to Iraq and Dubai, are coming back from there with only the clothes they stand in. Wealth is like the passing clouds. Money comes and goes but morality comes and grows.