Those who are still living and those yet to come, i revere them all, renouncing all false appearance,
Be propitious and grant this boon that my song may be honored in the assembly of pious souls,
A composition which the wise refuse to honor is fruitless labor which only those poets undertake,
Of glory, poetry and affluence that alone is blessed which, like celestial River Ganga is conductive to the good of all,
May Lord Bless all,
Thanks please