Verse 4

¹Delighted by the brahmanas' full enquiry, the son of Romaharsana honoured what they had said and set about answering. ²When he was going away, uninitiated and done with rites, Dvaipayana, stricken at the parting, called after him: My son! And the trees answered, being of one substance with him. To that sage, who is the heart of every being, I bow. ³Out of pity for those wandering from birth to birth, he spoke the secret of the ancient telling: the one thing he had known in himself, the essence of all that is heard, a lamp of the inmost self for those who would cross the blind dark. To him, the son of Vyasa, teacher of the sages, I come.

⁴Having bowed to Narayana, and to Nara best of men, and to the goddess Sarasvati, and to Vyasa, one should then speak out the Victory.