। ॥ ४७२ ॥
In plain words
Teach me all of this, with that compassionate look of yours, as plainly as a fruit resting in my open palm — you who know everything, my revered teacher, you who are a treasury of compassion.
Close to the Sanskrit
All this, by your compassionate glance, clearly, like an āmalaka fruit in the palm — expound, O all-knowing one, O revered teacher, O treasury of compassion.