In plain words
But in the end, doing labour somewhere, she earned and tried somehow or other to bring her son up. The son too relied on those who had means, ate at the eating houses, sat under the lights that burned in the bazaars, and began his studies. There was not a single coin in his pocket to drink tea or coffee. But just in that way he studied hard, drank tap water and kept his life going. The Intermediate of today was earlier called FA. Somehow, working hard, he passed FA. The mother came to know that he had passed. With a joy she could not contain, she took her son on her lap and rejoiced greatly. Then, out of good saṅkalpas, the mother blessed that son. “My son! Because injustice, wrong, misconduct and wrongdoing have spread, and only because there is no time for Satya and for Dharma, your father died in such unrest. Even the goddess Dharma has taken on anger today. Today justice is nowhere to be seen in the world, not in the least. The educated do these jobs only for selfishness and their own gain; they make no fitting effort to give justice, Dharma, morality and honesty to the country. The lawyers argue that justice is on the side of whoever gives more money. If the opponent gives more money than he does, the lawyers argue that justice is on his side. How many lawyers there are in the world who have acted like this and ruined how many families like ours, in the world! But I have not yet seen with my own eyes the children or the sons of such lawyers living a happy life. I have seen those who, through some illness, some suffering, or some kind of rowdy friendship, wipe out all this property that was earned. So, when you wish to bring peace to your father who has died, somehow or other study LLB, become a lawyer, and proclaim the eternal Dharma to the world,” she blessed him. Receiving his mother's blessings, he took up LLB as his mother had commanded. He kept his mother's words in his heart. Moment by moment he was hearing all his mother's teachings in his ears. He studied hard. He passed. He began his practice. But a good saṅkalpa: “I must bring peace to my father's soul. This is my mother's command,” he thought. My blood, my food, my head, my parents gift. So all my blood must be offered to my mother and father. That is just ‘Mātṛdevo bhava pitṛdevo bhava.’ To make his mother and father happy, he kept nourishing those good saṅkalpas without end. Good saṅkalpas never perish. Even when a man dies, our saṅkalpa does not die. Saṅkalpas are very strong. They are sacred. They are eternal. Within some time Bhārata received its independence.