In plain words
In the air of Bhārata there is Satya. In its dust there is Dharma. In its soil there is Prema. In the Gaṅgā there is compassion. In man there is forbearance. To gain such humanity, some foreigners came to Bhārata and made efforts of many kinds to live here. In ancient times these people of Bhārata pledged themselves to sacrifice. They chose Dharma. They welcomed Satya. But if you, born in such a sacred land of Bhārata, are forgetting even your own sacred ancient culture, this is not right dharma. When you read the history of Bhārata well, with a sacred feeling, nowhere at all did the people of Bhārata march out to invade any kingdom. Only when others came and fell upon Bhārata did they have to face them in turn. The people of Bhārata give up self-interest. For what is called self-gain they make no effort at all. Only when someone came invading Bhārata was it natural for the people of Bhārata to resist. The people of Bhārata are not ones to covet the wealth of any country. If you inquire well into this history, you will find that those who gave up everything are themselves the true figures of Bhārata. Only when you examine the history of Bhārata with a sacred feeling will the history of its people be fulfilled.
He who ruled the earth with a mastery of unbroken Satya, Hari- ścandra: did he not leave this earth and go?
To the very end Hariścandra held on to it, saying, ‘Satya alone, Satya alone, Satya alone,’ and, giving up in many ways everything he had, all of it, he won Satya. To save a bird, Emperor Śibi cut away even his own flesh and gave it up. By the glory of her Satya she quenched the forest fire: was not the steadfast Candramatī a woman of Bhārata? This land of Bharata is the sacred land of sacrifice where such great renouncers, women and men alike, were born. Today the students of our day are trying to turn such a land of sacrifice, a land of yoga, a land of karma, into a land of pleasure. In this pleasure there is no Ānanda for us. Happiness too comes to us only in between two sorrows.