Saraswati
You who reside in the temple of Kamakoti
Rescue me
Bearing lotus and veena
In your beautiful hands
You give truth to speech
Your feet are worshipped by Emperors and Kings
Your eyes are as wild as Rajiva flowers
And your beauty bewitches
Garlanded with gems
You fulfill the desires of the good
Indra himself bows down before you
I, Vasudeva, am your servant
For you are the divine word in its essence
