In plain words
In the supremely holy land of Bhārata, forbearance alone is our beauty; shining brightest among all vows, a lofty life of Satya is itself the sternest tapas. If you ask what feeling is sweet in our land, what is more honoured than the feeling for the mother? Honour alone is greater than life, says the code of our land; they put it to the flames, sought out foreign codes and gave them to our day: swiftly, a strange thing called freedom, a naked sword! Ah! What shall I say of the rule of Bharata's land? As the elephant does not know its own strength, so have the people of Bhārata become today.
Embodiments of Prema!
The people of Bhārata are greatly fortunate. Bhārata is a greatly fortunate land. It is a land of great merit, a land of sacrifice, a land of karma. Today our own people of Bhārata fail to recognise the greatness of such a Bhārata. ‘As the elephant does not know its own strength, so have the people of Bhārata become today.’ If an elephant strikes with its tail, a man is flung nine feet away. With his goad the mahout brings an elephant of such strength under control. Because it does not know what its own strength is, the elephant does as the mahout tells it. In the same way, the people of Bhārata rely merely on the body, lean on the form they wear, and cannot know their own strength.
The body is of the five elements; the body must fall one day; the indweller is free of every ill; consider it: for the indweller death and birth and the marks of delusion's fetters and bonds do not exist; look at the truth: that indweller is the God of gods; consider it in your mind: He is the form of the Ātma!
We must recognise this Satya. The power in this body is in nothing else. In this body is the great power of Satya that can bind even God, who is beyond the reach of speech and mind. This is ‘the Satya of Satya’. No one can grasp this power of Satya. No one can behold Satya. We can only experience it; it cannot be described. Satya itself is the form of God. ‘Brahman is Satya, Jñāna, the Infinite.’
From Satya He created all; into Satya all creation subsides; search, and what place will you find without the glory of Satya? This is pure sattva; behold it, sirs.
Wherever you look in this world, Satya alone stands revealed. There is no such thing as the unreal. But man recognises only the untrue ways of the body and takes these very things for Satya. First of all, we must recognise Satya. We must pray to Satya. We must hold fast to Satya. ‘There is no Dharma higher than Satya.’ Without Satya there is no Dharma at all. The mansion called Dharma stands on the very foundation called Satya. Man must strive to recognise this Satya. Unable to rein in the senses, unable to let go of the delusions of the body, leaning merely on the studies you have done, you forget the principle of the Ātma, eternal Satya. What is it like? ‘Beyond the guṇas, stainless, eternal, the abode of all, ever pure, awakened, free, of spotless form.’