In plain words
Sarvādhīnaṃ yidaṃ jagat sarvaṃ satyādhīnaṃ, tat satyaṃ uttamādhīnaṃ uttamo paramaṃ pavitraṃ.
This whole world is in the hands of God, subject to God. God is subject to Satya. Satya is subject to the noble one.
Students! How are all of you to become messengers today who bring the message of Śānti to the world? To become such messengers, tyāga is most necessary. Only those who have attachment to tyāga and detachment from enjoyment can be men of tyāga. Only when they recognise the difference between such attachment and detachment and act on it can those who live by tyāga attain divine Ānanda. Though the soil is fertile, when the seed is weak the tree does not grow. Or, though the seed is vigorous, when the soil is barren this seed cannot turn into a big tree. If every student is to become a person of good saṃskāra, the parents too must first be people of proper saṃskāra. Only when they live with fine saṃskāra, fine good habits and fine good conduct can the children too receive that growth, that saṃskāra and that good conduct.
As Sushila Nayar said, simple living and high thinking: we must live our life as a simple life. Our ideal must be very lofty. There are many fine ideals for this. Gandhi's mother was Putlibai. She had complete faith in these two: that one must always speak Satya alone, and practise Dharma alone. She made one resolve in her life and went on living her life by that resolve alone. She would eat only after the cuckoo had sung its call. This was a big resolve. But one day the cuckoo did not sing at its usual time. The mother did not eat. Gandhi saw how things stood, went behind the house and called like a cuckoo: “Mother! The cuckoo has sung. You may eat now,” he said. Putlibai saw through this trick Gandhi had played and was deeply grieved. “For what sin of mine has a son like this been born to me? This is the fruit of my own sin; there is no use blaming you. That a son who tells lies should be born from a holy womb!” With that, in an anger she could not bear, she gave him a couple of blows and went inside. That day Gandhi took a vow within himself. “From now on I must not tell a lie in my life. Is a life that has hurt one's mother a life at all? In Bhārata, whose culture held Mātṛdevo bhava, Pitṛdevo bhava, these two alone as the gods before our eyes, I was born of this mother's womb, told a lie and hurt my mother.” Resolving that from that day on to tell a lie was no good at all, he went on achieving Satya alone. The mothers of those days were noble mothers with pure hearts. The mothers lived it themselves and showed it to their children as an example. Great souls like these were born only from the wombs of such mothers. Ādi Śaṅkara's mother Jagadambā had a most divine Prema. That is why Śaṅkara lived an ideal life and won fame throughout the world. Shivaji too, in just this way, bowed to the good teachings his mother gave and brought holy fame. These are souls, sons who took such mothers' ideal into their own lives, spread it through the world and made their lives fruitful. There is no fault in the soil. When a neem seed is planted, a neem tree is what comes up. When the seed of a sweet mango is planted, sweet mangoes are what spring forth. The soil is one, but the seeds are different. In the same way, many are born from mothers' wombs, and one proves to be among the best, another among the lowest. The fruit of karma from births before is the root cause of this good and bad. Once Caitanya went to Puri, for the darśan of Jagannātha. He prays, “Jagannātha! Lord of the worlds! Lord of my life! Lord of this body! I do not need Bhakti and surrender. Japa and dhyāna are beyond me. I do not need pleasures and riches. I want only one thing. Grant me the Prema that loves You with all my heart. If I have that one Prema, I can achieve everything. In this life without Your Prema, what use is any amount of pleasures and riches? What use is any amount of strength and ability? What is the use of any amount of learning and skill? What is the use of any amount of brilliance of mind? I must become worthy of the Prema of God. Give me that one Prema,” he said. In the same way many great souls in the world grew under the urging, the zeal and the encouragement of true mothers, and went on to win great fame. But sadly, through the change of the times, such parents are hard to find today. To such parents, such sons alone are born. Yad bhāvaṃ tad bhavati. As the seed, so the plant; as the dough, so the bread; as the food, so the belch. The parents alone are the reason the educated and the students fail to be true examples today. Long ago, in a little village near Calcutta, there lived a mother and her child. Every evening the mother would draw her son close to her: “Son! What you must study is not the learning that dies; study the learning that does not die. All the learning in this world dies away in the end.