सिक्तो न वक्त्रमधुना बकुलश्च चैत्रे

Every poem we passionately pursue as the fuse wire of Ashokas blossoming Red

Being but that Bharata banana tree planted where Shakuntala first bled

Kambakth Champak- you yet flower by her laugh

 Worship, verily,  its own Nandi calf.

Envoi- 

 Prince! Because Bhartrhari's School fees were an axe to the forest of his Mother's Youth.

Imbibe, vernal Bakul, Wine as eternal Vatsalya's e'er temporary Truth.