In plain words
Next, the conduct of the individual. Through the oneness of these four alone shall we, in some measure, have made known our culture, the culture of Bhārata; we must attain the oneness of … of them. So first unity, then purity. That is divinity. This purity itself is divinity. So purity and divinity are not separate. So, merely because we take the name of Bhāratīyas, we say, 'I am a Bhāratīya, … country is Bhārata, my religion is the religion of Bhārata'; but we do not try to understand clearly what a Bhāratīya is, what the religion of Bhārata is, what the Bhāratīya principle is. We say, 'This is my motherland.' 'Janani janmabhūmiśca svargādapi garīyasi': the land of our birth and the mother who gave us birth are greater to us than heaven.
Śrī Rāma entered Laṅkā. He fought the war and won the victory; then Lakṣmaṇa entreated Rāma. 'Brother! We have crowned Bharata over our land of Bhārata. Anyhow, Bharata is ruling the kingdom now. Even if you go back, you could only be his advisor; there is no room for you to be the king in person. This wicked Rāvaṇa is dead. So you yourself be king of this kingdom, and give this splendour to the people with joy,' he said. 'Our Bhārata is a very poor land. Look, this Laṅkā makes one forget even heaven. The fort is a fort of gold. The mansions are …; that is, they reach up to the sky. How happy I would be if Śrī Rāmamūrti were lord in so rich a Laṅkā! It abounds in wealth and riches. Not even a thousandth part of the wealth in this Laṅkā is found in Bhārata. For my Śrī Rāmamūrti to become lord of this Laṅkā, so beautiful, so joyful, so pleasant and so full of riches, would be a great joy,' he said. Taking up these words, Vibhīṣaṇa too clasped His feet and entreated Rāma: 'What greater good fortune could there be than this?' Then He said, 'Jananī janmabhūmiśca svargādapi garīyasi.' 'O Lakṣmaṇa! The land where I was born is the equal of My mother. I need no heaven other than this. How foolish it would be, because My mother is ugly, to look at some beautiful mother and call her My mother! She may well be beautiful. My mother may be ugly; let her be. But that very ugly one is My mother. Never shall I spurn My mother. So, seeing the splendours in this Laṅkā, seeing this joy, you are carried away.