In plain words
Beauty and pleasure are perishable, sooner or later. They do not last. Brother, passing clouds. Clouds that drift away. So My mother is the land of Bhārata.' How well Rāma showed this faith called nationality!
We need not spurn another country. Love your own country. In the same way, there is nothing wrong in the people of that country loving that country. If each trusts their own country, each honours their own country and each guards their own country, there will be no room at all for turmoil in the land. Each has the right to serve their own mother. Loving your own mother, you must not criticise another's mother. When you criticise another's mother, others will criticise your mother.
So there is one thing you must clearly recognise. They said: if the palace man struck the village children, Nārāyaṇa struck the palace children. The palace people struck the village children, it is said. The palace man means the king. Nārāyaṇa struck the palace man's children, it is said. If we harm another, there will be someone else to harm us. So if we try to criticise others, there will be someone else to criticise us. So we must not criticise anyone. … praise what is dear to you. Enjoy your own joy.
I spoke of it yesterday. I said moda and pramoda. Before this moda and pramoda there is priya too. Priya, moda, pramoda. We must recognise the principle of these three. Priya means this: when we … something we like, we feel great joy. When we hear of something we like, a person or a matter or a thing, we feel great joy. That is priya. When does joy come? Joy itself they called priya. When you see that dear thing, it turns into moda. When you reach the dear person you have seen, it turns into pramoda. So, first hearing and seeing, then reaching. So hearing is priya. Seeing it is moda. Reaching it is pramoda. Jñātuṃ, draṣṭuṃ, praveṣṭuṃ, they said. Jñātuṃ is hearing. Through books or through elders or through discourses we have listened well to what we love.