In plain words
Lakṣmaṇa too urged it: ‘Brother, Bharata is ruling Ayodhya. After You go back, there will be no chance of Your becoming king. You are One who never goes back on His word, so stay right here, rule the kingdom and put an end to this rākṣasa nature,’ he said.
Golden forts, rows of halls in lane after lane, royal mansions, pleasure-houses where women make merry:
‘Where is there a Laṅkā so beautiful? That You should be king of this Laṅkā, with sacred golden forts like these, would be a great joy to me,’ he said. Drawing Lakṣmaṇa close, ‘Lakṣmaṇa, why has this mad craving come over you?’ He said. Our mother is our motherland. Is it right, because your mother is ugly, to take some woman who is beautiful for your mother? Ugly or not, a mother is a mother all the same. My Bhārata, though it is poor, is My mother. I do not set My heart on this as a land full of gold in plenty. I need no land. My own land alone is My mother. Faith like that must arise in students today. The feeling ‘my country, my country’ must spring up in us. That is just what teachers must teach all students today.
‘This is my motherland, this is my dear mother tongue, this is my faith,’ beating his breast: is there on earth one corpse who cannot declare it so!
You must become students who speak that way, beating your breast. This is my Bhārata. The wealth of foreign lands belongs to those lands. But in today's students those sacred feelings are not seen at all. The moment they pass as engineers or doctors, they start trying for passports and visas. What are these passports and visas?