shree raamachandr kripaalu bhaju man haran bhavabhay daarunam.
O my mind, sing of the merciful Shri Ramchandra, who takes away the dreadful fear of this world.
navakanj lochan kanj mukh kar kanj pad kanjaarunam.
His eyes are like a fresh lotus, His face a lotus, His hands lotuses, and His feet lotuses red as the dawn.
kandarp aganit amit chhavi nav neel neerad sundaram.
His beauty surpasses countless Kamdevs; He is lovely as a fresh dark rain-cloud.
patapeet maanahun tadit ruchi shuchi naumi janak sutaavaram.
His yellow garment gleams pure as lightning. I bow to Him, the beloved of Janak’s daughter.
bhaju deenabandhu dinesh daanav daityavansh nikandanam.
Sing of Him, the friend of the lowly, radiant as the Sun, who uprooted the line of the danavas and daityas;
raghunand aanandakand koshal chand dasharath nandanam.
the joy of the Raghus, the root of all bliss, the moon of Kosala, the son of Dasharath.
sir mukut kundal tilak chaaru udaaru ang vibhooshanam.
A crown on His head, earrings, a lovely tilak, and every limb richly adorned;
aajaanubhuj shar chaap dhar sangraam jit kharadooshanam.
His arms reach to His knees; He bears the bow and arrows, and conquered Khar and Dushan in battle.
iti vadati tulaseedaas shankar shesh muni man ranjanam.
So says Tulsidas: O You who gladden the minds of Shankar, of Shesh and of the sages,
mam hriday kanj nivaas kuru kaamaadi khaladal ganjanam.
make Your dwelling in the lotus of my heart, O destroyer of desire and all its wicked host.
manu jaahin raacheu milihi so baru sahaj sundar saanvaro.
"The one your heart is set on, the naturally handsome, dark-skinned groom, will be yours —
karunaanidhaanu sujaan seelu sanehu jaanat raavaro.
he is the treasure of compassion, all-knowing, and he knows your goodness and your love."
ehi bhaanti gauri asees suni siy sahit hiyan harashee alee.
Hearing Gauri Maa bless her this way, Sita and her companions were glad at heart;
tulasee bhavaanihi pooji puni puni mudit man mandir chalee.
says Tulsi, worshipping Bhavani again and again, she went back to the palace with a joyful heart.
jaani gauree anukool siy hiy harashu n jaai kahi.
Knowing Gauri Maa to be gracious to her, the joy in Sita's heart was beyond words;
manjul mangal mool baam ang pharakan lage.
and her left side, the root of all that is lovely and auspicious, began to throb.