श्री रामचन्द्र कृपालु भजु मन हरण भवभय दारुणम्।
O my mind, sing of the merciful Shri Ramchandra, who takes away the dreadful fear of this world.
नवकंज लोचन कंज मुख कर कंज पद कंजारुणम्॥
His eyes are like a fresh lotus, His face a lotus, His hands lotuses, and His feet lotuses red as the dawn.
कंदर्प अगणित अमित छवि नव नील नीरद सुन्दरम्।
His beauty surpasses countless Kamdevs; He is lovely as a fresh dark rain-cloud.
पटपीत मानहुँ तड़ित रुचि शुचि नौमि जनक सुतावरम्॥
His yellow garment gleams pure as lightning. I bow to Him, the beloved of Janak’s daughter.
भजु दीनबन्धु दिनेश दानव दैत्यवंश निकन्दनम्।
Sing of Him, the friend of the lowly, radiant as the Sun, who uprooted the line of the danavas and daityas;
रघुनन्द आनँदकन्द कोशल चन्द दशरथ नन्दनम्॥
the joy of the Raghus, the root of all bliss, the moon of Kosala, the son of Dasharath.
सिर मुकुट कुंडल तिलक चारु उदारु अंग विभूषणम्।
A crown on His head, earrings, a lovely tilak, and every limb richly adorned;
आजानुभुज शर चाप धर सङ्ग्राम जित खरदूषणम्॥
His arms reach to His knees; He bears the bow and arrows, and conquered Khar and Dushan in battle.
इति वदति तुलसीदास शंकर शेष मुनि मन रंजनम्।
So says Tulsidas: O You who gladden the minds of Shankar, of Shesh and of the sages,
मम हृदय कंज निवास कुरु कामादि खलदल गंजनम्॥
make Your dwelling in the lotus of my heart, O destroyer of desire and all its wicked host.
मनु जाहिं राचेउ मिलिहि सो बरु सहज सुंदर साँवरो।
"The one your heart is set on, the naturally handsome, dark-skinned groom, will be yours —
करुणानिधानु सुजान सीलु सनेहु जानत रावरो॥
he is the treasure of compassion, all-knowing, and he knows your goodness and your love."
एहि भाँति गौरि असीस सुनि सिय सहित हियँ हरषी अली।
Hearing Gauri Maa bless her this way, Sita and her companions were glad at heart;
तुलसी भवानिहि पूजि पुनि पुनि मुदित मन मंदिर चली॥
says Tulsi, worshipping Bhavani again and again, she went back to the palace with a joyful heart.
जानि गौरी अनुकूल सिय हिय हरषु न जाइ कहि।
Knowing Gauri Maa to be gracious to her, the joy in Sita's heart was beyond words;
मंजुल मंगल मूल बाम अंग फरकन लगे॥
and her left side, the root of all that is lovely and auspicious, began to throb.