In plain words
The poet, to the Lord: O Nārāyaṇa, be it today, be it tomorrow, be it after a little more time has passed, your grace will fall on me; that is certain. Know this: I have no refuge but you, and you too have no one to care for but me.
The poet, to the Lord: O Nārāyaṇa, be it today, be it tomorrow, be it after a little more time has passed, your grace will fall on me; that is certain. Know this: I have no refuge but you, and you too have no one to care for but me.