Who loves his people's good to see?
The store of bliss, the living mine
Where brightest joys and virtues shine?
Queen Fortune's[10] best and dearest friend,
Whose steps her choicest gifts attend?
Who may with Sun and Moon compare,
With Indra,[11] Vishṇu,[12] Fire, and Air?
Grant, Saint divine,[13] the boon I ask,
For thee, I ween, an easy task,
To whom the power is given to know