In plain words
Renowned in every continent, the motherland that bore great souls; having driven out the Western warriors, the field of battle that won its freedom; famed far and wide for its learning, the land of Bharata that showed its brilliance; in music, letters and the sciences the divine land that showed the power of its mind; wondrous with its arts of painting: born in this land of Bharata, to guard the treasure of Mother Bharata’s Dharma the whole charge is yours, O children!
Ṛtviks, embodiments of the holy Ātma! People! Children! The land of Bharata is a land of great good fortune. It is a golden land, the holy land that gave birth to great women of virtue, to scholars and to masters of music. To be born in such a land and still be unable to grasp the greatness of the culture of Bhārata is a great misfortune. The rites of the yajña that the chief priest has been conducting since this morning are wondrous and holy. You are watching them with your eyes, but you are not experiencing them with your heart.
In the great, mind, word and deed are one; in the wicked, the mind holds one thing, the word another, the deed another.