In plain words
She asked just one question. “Grandsires! Elders! Honourable members of this assembly! Did Dharmaja lose me and then lose himself? Or did he lose himself and then lose me? He lost himself and then lost me. Once he had lost himself, he had no right to lose me. More than that. I have five husbands. If only one husband among them loses me, can that be just? All five must agree, must they not? Is this a just way?” she asked. Not one of them spoke. Vidura, who saw that silence: “Chī! Better to pass one's days in the forests than to live in this Hastināpura,” and that very day he left Hastināpura. Such persons, holy and of good character, have shone like rubies in Bhārata from ancient times. They dedicated their whole lives to the service of society. More than that, when it was needed they renounced even the guru's command and offered themselves to God.
In the world mother, father, guru and God, these four, are all worthy of worship. But when they acted against God's command, these people renounced even a mother, renounced even a father, and broke even a guru's command. They gave themselves up to God. “Kaikeyī, the mother who sent Śrī Rāma to the forests: to send to the forest Śrī Rāmacandra, so pure, so steady, so selfless? To send to the forest without cause such an embodiment of compassion and kindness, an embodiment of Dharma! What cruelty! What fault had Rāma done? The face of this mother who sent so faultless a Śrī Rāmacandra to the forests I must not even see”: so Bharata made ready to go to the forest himself. Not for something of this world. Not for selfishness or self-interest. For God he made this sacrifice. Rāma was Nārāyaṇa Himself in form. The embodiment of Dharma. So He went to the forest for the sake of keeping His father's word. Then Bharata went beyond even his mother's command.
Next, Prahlāda. However many ways they taught him to give up the Name of Hari, he said, “I will give up anything else, but the Name of Hari I will not give up.” “I will give up even my life, but I will not let go of the Name of Hari,” he said. His mother came. Unable to bear her grief, she took hold of her son's hands.
Why like this, my son? No, do not! Do not keep saying Hari, Hari! What is this Hari? To speak like this, who taught you, my boy?