Akṣamāla means a garland of letters. Letters point to the Imperishable One — the Akṣara — present in every syllable from a to kṣa, the whole alphabet. Seeing these words come to me again and again, O lotus-eyed one, that itself became my japa, my tapas, my worship. You gave rise to the thought and gathered the will; You made me write it — I did not write it of my own doing. Had I set out on my own, what wisdom did I have? This took me a long time to write. Yet You stood by me throughout, giving me the years and the health, and brought me safely to the shore — I have reached the goal. With You as companion, everything becomes easy; it is only right that what is Yours should be offered back to You. Please accept this, O Lord of my heart.

In the house of the Mangu family, free of deceit, blessed with devotion to Rāma, I was born a son from the womb of my mother, named Ratnamma. They lovingly gave me the name of the Lord who dwells atop the hill — Koneti Rāyuḍu — and so I am called Koneti Rao.

Salutations to you, Rāma, son of Daśaratha. Victory, victory to you, beloved of Jānakī. Blessings to you, beloved of our hearts. Protect me, Rāmacandra.

Akṣamāla is now entirely complete.
— Mangu Koneti Rao —