In plain words
Learning has grown manifold, desires have passed all bounds; a hero in words, a zero in work. What is the fruit of all your cleverness, however much you have, when you do not practise even a little, my dear?
Students!
Today's studies scramble only for physical comfort and peace; for the welfare of society, for the establishing of Dharma, for the peace of the world, these studies do not step in at all. Students and the educated alike long for huge salaries and try ever so hard to get into a job. A job, they hold, is the mark of a man; they hold their jobs not for governing the country but for selfish ends, and to some extent they use this education. At eight in the morning they go off to their offices or to their colleges, and at four in the evening they come back home. As though they had laboured at something in the offices and colleges, as though they were sunk in endless work, the moment they reach home they change their dress, dress themselves up, and go into the clubs for rest, for Śānti. Is there Śānti in these clubs? Do these clubs give rest? No, no.
This is merely the weakness of the educated. If you really want rest, you can lie down on your bed in the bedroom. But the educated of today imagine that their Śānti, their rest, lies in the clubs, and into those clubs they go. Once they get there, what do they do, these educated people? They play cards. Not stopping at this, they take bottles. They think this will make them forget themselves and that their weariness will go. Is this the highest path? Or the lowest path? Is this the work the educated should be doing, or the work the uneducated should be doing? Thinking there is Śānti in this, he drinks too much, loses himself, and imagines, "I have found some Śānti." But this is very dangerous. Not only does he ruin himself; he spoils society and brings his home too into many hardships of every kind.