In plain words
She who brought her husband back to life when his life had gone: was not Sāvitrī a wife of Bhārata? She who by the power of her truth put out the forest fire: was not Candramatī a holy woman? She who leapt into the fire-pit for her honour as a true wife: was not Sītā a daughter of the earth of Bhārata? She who in her wrath burned the arrogant hunter to ash: was not Damayantī a woman of Bhārata? This earth, encircled by an ocean of sattva, is made pure by the wifely fidelity of the race of Bharata; for the wealth of noble feeling it is a great harvest field; is it not the teacher of all the lands?
Students, embodiments of Prema! Girl students!
The mighty powers in humanity are infinite. But man lives like an ignorant one who knows nothing. The mighty powers in some people turn outward. But in some they stay turned only inward. Every person must try to recognise the divinity in humanity. Humanity came into being to hold out a sacred ideal. Though man has mighty powers within himself, he appears like one who knows nothing. One power among such divine powers was Jānakirāmayya. He was two and a half years younger than this body. Though younger in years, he was a great veteran of the field of politics. His nature was to say things as they are, without holding back. “Rāmayyā! You must not speak so rashly. You do not know what kind of power is in whom. So keep your tongue under control,” I would tell him every now and then. He would say things harshly, but his heart, for its part, was very gentle.
When Lakṣmaṇa fell senseless in battle, Rāma: “Sugrīva! If I search the world, I may find even a wife like Sītā. A mother divine like Kausalyā too may be had. But however much I search, I shall not find a brother like Lakṣmaṇa,” he said. In this way Rāma went on describing, at length, his brother's loving nature. Brothers, sisters and parents like these have gone on showing the best ideals in many families. You need not doubt whether such ideal brothers are in the world today. There are a great many. Even when they have differences of opinion for a time, they go on loving one another always.
What, above all, must man do? He must truly taste the principle of the Ātma that is in all human beings. The sweetness of the Ātma is found in nothing else. The principle of the Ātma has no form. In that very formless principle, Prema in its fullness is mingled. Every human being needs to recognise that principle of the Ātma. He alone who has recognised the divinity in humanity is the true human being. A personal principle can be proved, but no one can prove the principle of the Ātma.
For recognising the principle of the Ātma, the brothers of the Rāmāyaṇa are the very models. One day, while the four, Rāma, Lakṣmaṇa, Bharata and Śatrughna, were playing a game of ball together, Bharata came running and sat in Kausalyā's lap. Seeing how very sad he was: “Bharata! Why are you so sad?” she asked, and: “Mother! Rāma lost on purpose so as to make me win the game,” he said.