Deluded to rely on deities figuring fast
In turn of birth, I mistook them supreme.
But you, nonpareil gem, have my delusion slain;
You have made me subservient to your
Holy carat-gold feet of splendour. O! owner
Of spatium, preceptor `neath the ficus. You have
Found out the culprit lies of alien Buddham
Cum samanam. May you will me so to yoke with you to consummate.
Translation: S. A. Sankaranarayanan (2007)