भवोत्तापाम्भोधौ निपतितजनो दुर्गतियुतोयदि स्तौति प्रातः प्रतिदिनमनन्याश्रयतया ।हयाह्रेषैः कामं करकुसुमपुञ्जै रविसुतांसदा भोक्ता भोगान्मरणसमये याति हरिताम् ॥ ९ ॥
In plain words
If someone fallen into the burning ocean of worldly suffering, weighed down by misfortune, turns each morning with absolute refuge to praise the sun's daughter with handfuls of flowers, they shall enjoy life's bounties and, at the hour of death, attain the supreme abode of Hari.
Close to the Sanskrit
If a person fallen into the ocean of worldly fever, endowed with misfortune, praises daily at dawn with undivided refuge, with horse-neighs at will, with handfuls of flower clusters to the sun's daughter, always enjoying enjoyments, at the time of death he goes to Hari's abode.