In plain words
So there was no way to tell one another anything or to copy one from another. Since each one's paper was in his own handwriting, there was no room for any doubt. The other children in the class grew jealous of us. People garlanded the three of us and took us round in grand procession. “How great Satyam is! Where did he get such power?” everyone wondered.
In those days I used to write fine poetry. One day a merchant called Kotte Subbanna came to me, said that a new medicine called ‘Bālabhāskara’ had come into his shop, and asked me to write a song on it. “Rāju, I will give you whatever you want. If you want money I will give it; if you want any goods I will give them. Write me a good song on this medicine. I will teach it to ten children and send them round all the streets. It will make a fine advertisement for the medicine,” he said. “Sir, I am not one to sell my poetry. Tell me about the medicine and I will write the song for you,” I said. He wrote down all the virtues of the medicine for me. I put this song together just as he asked.
Here it is, here it is, ‘Bālabhāskara’! Children, come! Come, children! For a bloated belly, for swollen legs, from stiff, swollen joints in the hands, from ills, from careless feeding, from indigestion and loose motions, it puts everything right, sirs! Children, come! Come, children! If you ask where it is, brother, there, over there: at Kotte Subbanna's shop alone you will find it, brother, Paṇḍit Śrī Gopālācārya's holy tonic, brother ….