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In plain words
When will my eye set before itself that sweet and graceful all in all of the conqueror of the cities, who steals the hearts of the wise, the ornament of the Kampā river's bank, the line of the fame of the mind-born god, the root of the words of the race of poets, which pour out streams of honey?
Word for word
The tradition of Manasija's fame, of the honey-stream-producing words of the race of poets the root, the ornament of the Kampā river's bank, sweet-graceful, my eye, the wise-heart-stealer, of the city-conqueror the all-wealth, that sets before when?