In plain words
Supremely Holy Is the Land of Bhārata
From time without beginning Bhārata has stood as an ideal for every country. In the air of Bhārata there is Satya, in its dust Dharma, in its soil Prema, in its Gaṅgā sacrifice, in its people forbearance. That is why even foreigners made many attempts to live in Bhārata. In ancient times the people of Bhārata pledged themselves to sacrifice, chose Dharma for their own, and bade Satya welcome. When others invaded them, they had to face them; but of their own accord the people of Bhārata did not march against any country, and did not covet anyone's wealth. The people of Bhārata are renouncers of self-interest. Hariścandra gave up everything he had for the sake of Satya. Candramatī, by the power of her Satya, put out even a forest fire. Emperor Śibi, to save a bird, cut off and gave even his own flesh. This Bhārata is the sacred land where such women and men were born: great in sacrifice, heroes, valiant and deep of spirit. Today's students are trying to turn this land of sacrifice, this land of yoga, this land of karma, into a land of pleasure.
Multiplicity Comes from Unity Itself
Can a pot born of clay become anything other than clay? A jewel born of gold stays gold itself, does it not! In the same way, all this Prakṛti born of Brahman is Brahman through and through, and all human beings are nothing but embodiments of God. Though forms and names appear separate, the fundamental power in all of them remains one and the same. Thread is made from cotton, and cloth is formed by the joining of threads. So cotton, thread, Prakṛti and humanness: all three are one and the same. ‘Īśvarassarva bhūtānaṃ’, ‘Sarvaṃ khalvidaṃ brahma.’ What is, is One alone; there is no second at all. Yesterday I asked an American boy, ‘How old are you?’ He told Me he was seven years old. I asked, ‘How do you know?’ ‘My mother and father told me,’ he said. Then I told him: ‘Only when seven ones came together was seven formed.