In plain words
Your happiness, your peace, your comfort, your joy: you are able to receive them only through society. Today you are ready to take, but you are not at all ready to give your service. You must recognise that human life is a principle bound up with giving and taking, in ties of relationship. The parents through whom you have advanced this far, the relatives and friends through whom you have been able to receive whatever happiness you have in this society, the teachers by whom you have been able to stand at this level: keeping all of these in mind and offering them due gratitude is your chief duty. But today's students do not know what gratitude is.
Today's students cannot recognise even man's joy and Ānanda. We recognise Ānanda only in beautiful objects. Ānanda does not dwell in objects. In the outside world Ānanda is beyond our reach. Ānanda dwells within you yourself. Ānanda stays one with you yourself. These are only reflections that arise from your own surges of feeling. Seeing a bird that looks like soft cotton, a poet describes it in many ways. But seeing the same bird, a killer describes only the taste of its flesh. Simply because people's tastes differ, beauty too differs. Sītā, the faithful wife parted from her husband, is living alone in the Aśoka grove. In the Aśoka grove Rāvaṇa built many kinds of attractive and beautiful things. One may say that the things in that Aśoka grove were nowhere else in the world. Though there were such attractive, beautiful and wondrous things, they could not give Sītā Ānanda. So are we getting Ānanda through objects? That is nothing but a falsehood. After a while a monkey, sitting high in the Aśoka tree hidden among the leaves, began a song. The moment that song was heard, Sītā Devī, who had never once lifted her head to look, looked up into the tree. This monkey seemed very beautiful to her. When there were so many beautiful things in the Aśoka grove, what is the inner meaning of her finding no joy in them and rejoicing in that monkey? Only because it sang the story of Rāma, which gave her Ānanda, did it seem beautiful to her. Again a doubt began in Sītā. The doubt arose: ‘Could it be the wicked, evil Rāvaṇa, come in this guise and setting out to lure me?’ Sacred words came forth from Hanumān's mouth.