O Mother, You Aruna, the crimson-coloured Goddess, are like the light of morning's rising sun to the lotus flowers constituted of the minds of gifted poets (helping as your dust, their poesy to blossom forth). Therefore, those devoted men who adore you become capable of delighting the minds of assemblies of literary connoisseurs with the majestic flow of their words surging like waves of erotic sentiments emanating from youthful Saraswathi, the Goddess of Learning.