A word

 Jai Sri Ram,

A word should blame me for the wise, 

Entering into the spirit of my manifold prayers,

None should blame me on hearing this story,

Those will raise objections even then are more stupid and deficient in intellect than myself,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

Very few

 Jai Sri Ram,

Were I to recount all my vices, 

Their tale will assume large dimensions,

And yet I shall not able to exhaust them, 

Hence I Have mentioned very few,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

Occupy first place

 Jai Sri Ram,

Who are imposters claiming to be devotees of Sri Rama,

Though slaves of mammon, anger, and passion,,

And who are unscrupulous, hypocritical, and foremost among anger and foremost among intriguers,

I occupy the first place among them,

May Lord Bless all,

Thanks, please 

Age

 Jai Sri Ram,

Those who are born in the terrible age of kali,

Who though akin to the crow in their doings have put on the grab of a swan,

Who tread the evil path, abandoning the track of the Vedas,

Who are embodiments of falsehood and repository of the kali age, 

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please 

the modern Arcturus

 Jai Sri Ram,

The Swati, the modern Arcturus, the fifteenth lunar asterism considered as the favorite to the formation of pearls, 

If there is a shower in the form of beautiful ideas,

Lovely pearls make their appearance in the form of poetic effusions,

If those pearls are pierced with skill and strung together on the beautiful thread of Sri Rama's exploits and if noble souls wear them in their innocent, grace in the form of excessive fondness is the result,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please  

The bard

 Jai Sri Ram,

Finding the bard singing the glories of worldly men,

The Goddess of speech begins to beat her brow and repent,

The wise likens the heart of a poet to the sea,

His intellect to the shell containing pearls and goddess Saraswati to the star called Swati,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks, please  

Kali age

 Jai Sri Ram,

Attracted by the devotion, Saraswati, comes with all speed from the abode of Brahma, the topmost heaven, at his very invocation, 

The fatigue occasioned by this long journey cannot be relived by millions of devices unless she takes a dip in the lake of Sri Rama's exploits,

Realizing this in their heart, poet and wise men chant the glory of Sri Hari alone,

Which wipes away the impurities of the kali age,

May Lord Bless all,

Thanks, please