अच्युतस्याष्टकं यः पठेदिष्टदंप्रेमतः प्रत्यहं पूरुषः सस्पृहम् ।वृत्ततः सुन्दरं वेद्यविश्वंभरंतस्य वश्यो हरिर्जायते सत्वरम् ॥ ९ ॥
In plain words
Whoever recites this eight-verse hymn to Acyuta every day, with love and real longing — the hymn that gives what you ask for, lovely in its metre, the hymn through which the All-Sustainer is known — Hari is quickly won over, and becomes his.
Close to the Sanskrit
Whichever person recites this eight-verse hymn of Acyuta — granting what is desired, beautiful in its metre, that through which the All-Sustainer is to be known — lovingly, every day, with longing: for him Hari swiftly becomes willingly his own.