In plain words
Not to dwell again and again on the lotus-eyed Lord, and to revile others: that is not right. Not to hear with your ears the praises of Viṣṇu sung, and to sing the praises of others: is that not delusion? Not to delight in praising at length the one who lies on Śeṣa, and to praise others: is that fitting? Not to meditate on the form of Dāmodara, and to abuse others: is that proper? For those who think always in their hearts of the Lord of Śrī Mokṣa is certain, my friend. What more than this shall I make known on the supremely holy festival of Śivarātri?
With the crescent sliver of the moon glittering on His crown, with matted locks that glitter in their splendour, with the sheen of the heavenly river flowing in those locks, with the striking eye upon His brow, with a throat as dark as the dark rose-apple, with a serpent bracelet on His wrist, with an elephant's hide wound about His waist, with ash smeared over all His body, with the large kuṅkuma mark drawn on His brow, with lips red from betel, … with ear-ornaments of gold and diamond, … with a shower, putting the dark lilies to shame and carrying off their beauty, with a body of gleaming dusky hue, the Lord of Parti has appeared today.