Oh dear friend! In the sanctity of my dream, I beheld my brothers, their eyebrows arched like bows, their visages aglow with divine radiance. They tended to the sacred Agni, positioning me before it. Therein, they guided my hand atop the divine hand of Emperumān Achyutan, whose countenance bore the grandeur of a majestic lion. In my palm, they placed puffed rice, intended as an offering to Agni. Such was the vision that graced my slumber.