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In plain words
To the two who hold every art. To the two whose crowns wear the thin crescent of the moon. To the two who are each other's austerity come to fruit. To the two who hold nothing back from those who love them. To the two who are auspiciousness itself. To the two who are the unstinting good of all three worlds. To the two who are born again and again in the heart. To the two whose presence is felt as bliss breaking out. Let this bow of mine be theirs.
Close to the Sanskrit
To the two who possess the arts, to the two whose crests are adorned with the crescent moon, to the two who are the fruit of their own austerity, to the two whose fruit is made manifest among devotees, to the two who are auspicious, to the two who are the abundant welfare of the three worlds, to the two who are born again and again in the heart, to the two whose experience flashes forth as bliss — may this bow of mine be.