119. In a poem strung of all excellences the mean man hunts for
faults and never an excellence; in a palace all compact of jewels
it is the ant that will see a flaw.

120. Let those who are envious and bereft of sense, detect a fault
if they will; but let the connoisseurs count the merits; they who
behold the merits and not the faults,--these are the good, these
give the highest satisfaction.

121. Let this work of the poet Pur.nananda be read and be heard,
which is devoted to proving the difference of the individual soul
from the Supreme,--which is excellent with its sentences that
distinguish truth from falsehood, and is approved by the devotees
of Vish.nu,--based on the doctrine of Madhva, and pleasing with a
composition full of sweet words,--O ye best of the worshippers of
Bhagavat, if faith be desired in your minds.

122. On the neck of the faithful may this Tattvamuktavali
[Footnote: Or "the necklace of the pearls of truth."] abide for
ever,--whose beauty is increased by the apt arrangement of sweet
and soft words but which is free from rhetorical ornaments,--
beautiful with a profusion of sentences sweet like milk, and with
its parts all bright and elegant,--a special source of delight to
the intelligent,--charming with a host of excellences and devoid
of even the trace of a fault.