Original · Devanagari
गुमानी रामधारा तो नयनाने मुझे मारावे। बेदरदी दिल दरद न जाने, रूप छुवत मतवारा वे॥ १ ॥ बान नवारे दिवन येई है, मारत नाहिं सभा रावे। कृपानिवासी वारे अवध विलासी, यहि तन मन प्राण तुम्हारा वे॥ २ ॥ ४० ॥
Fresh English translation
Proud bearer of Rama's beauty, those eyes strike me down. Your merciless heart does not know my pain; the touch of your form makes me intoxicated. These are the arrows that never turn aside, O mad one; they strike without regard for any assembly. Kripanivasa offers himself to the playful Lord of Ayodhya: this body, mind, and life are yours.