In plain words
“Drive away the darkness that is the gloom of Ajñāna, and light in the heart the flame of the Ātma that is true Jñāna.”
In this land of Bhārata, holiest of the holy, forbearance itself is our beauty; of all the vows, the one that has won the greatest lustre, a nature of noble Satya is itself a stern tapas; ask what feeling is sweetest in our land: what is more honoured than the feeling for a mother? Our land's code of conduct, which holds honour itself greater even than life, they have burned to ashes, and today, after seeking out the codes of foreign lands, they have handed us in haste the strange, naked sword called freedom. Alas! What shall I say of the rule of Bhārata? Just as the elephant does not know its own strength, so have these people of Bhārata become today.
At dusk the lamp is the moon; at dawn the lamp is the sun; in the three worlds the lamp is Dharma; a good son is the lamp of his family.
At night the moon rises, drives away the darkness and shows man the way. By day the sun shines, shows the way and brings man the greatest joy. For the three times and the three worlds, Dharma alone stands as the lamp and remains the guide of all. A good son is a light to his family itself.