घर-घर अवध बधावने मंगल-साज-समाज। सगुन सोहावने मुदित-मन कर सब निज-निज काज॥ निज काज सजत सँवारि पुर-नर-नारि रचना अनगनी। गृह, अजिर, अटनि, बजार, बीथिन्ह चारु चौकैं बिधि घनी॥ चामर, पताक, वितान, तोरन, कलस, दीपावलि बनी। सुख-सुकृत-सोभामय पुरी बिधि सुमति जननी जनु जनी॥ १ ॥ चैत चतुरदसि चाँदनी, अमल उदित निसिराज। उडुगन अवलि प्रकासहीं, उमगत आनंद आज॥ आनंद उमगत आजु, बिबुध बिमान बिपुल बनाइकै। गावत, बजावत, नटत, हरषत, सुमन बरषत आइकै॥ नर निरखि नभ, सुर पेखि पुरछबि परसपर सचु पाइकै। रघुराज-साज सराहि लोचन-लाहु लेत अघाइकै॥ २ ॥ जागिय राम छठी सजनि रजनी रुचिर निहारि। मंगल-मोद-मढ़ी मुरति नृपके बालक चारि॥ मूरति मनोहर चारि बिरचि बिरंचि परमारथमई। अनुरूप भूपति जानि पूजन-जोग बिधि संकर दई॥ तिन्हकी छठी मंजुलमठी, जग सरस जिन्हकी सरसई। किए नींद-भामिनि जागरन, अभिरामिनी जामिनि भई॥ ३ ॥ सेवक सजग भए समय-साधन सचिव सुजान। मुनिबर सिखये लौकिकौ बैदिक बिबिध बिधान॥ बैदिक बिधान अनेक लौकिक आचरत सुनि जानिकै। बलिदान-पूजा मूलिकामनि साधि राखी आनिकै॥ जे देव-देवी सेइयत हित लागि चित सनमानिकै। ते जंत्र-मंत्र सिखाइ राखत सबनिसों पहिचानिकै॥ ४ ॥ सकल सुआसिनि, गुरजन, पुरजन, पाहुन लोग। बिबुध-बिलासिनि, सुर-मुनि, जाचक, जो जेहि जोग॥ जेहि जोग जे तेहि भाँति ते पहिराइ परिपूरन किये। जय कहत, देत असीस, तुलसीदास ज्यों हुलसत हिये॥ ज्यों आजु कालिहु परहुँ जागन होहिंगे, नेवते दिये। ते धन्य पुन्य-पयोधि जे तेहि समै सुख-जीवन जिये॥ ५ ॥ भूपति-भाग बली सुर-बर नाग सराहि सिहाहिं। तिय-बरबेष अली रमा सिधि अनिमादि कमाहिं॥ अनिमादि, सारद, सैलनंदिनि बाल लालहि पालहीं। भरि जनम जे पाए न, ते परितोष उमा-रमा लहीं॥ निज लोक बिसरे लोकपति, घरकी न चरचा चालहीं। तुलसी तपत तिहु ताप जग, जनु प्रभुछठी-छाया लहीं॥ ६ ॥
In every house of Ayodhyā are congratulations and arrays of auspicious things. Lovely omens appear, and everyone gladly attends to their own task. Men and women of the city arrange their work and create uncounted designs. Homes, courtyards, upper rooms, markets, and lanes are densely filled with lovely sacred patterns. Fly-whisks, flags, canopies, arches, vessels, and rows of lamps are arranged. It is as though the good wisdom of Fate, acting as mother, has borne this city made of happiness, merit, and beauty. (1) It is the moonlit fourteenth of Caitra; the spotless lord of night has risen. Lines of stars shine, and today joy surges upward. Today joy surges: gods prepare countless aerial cars and arrive singing, playing, dancing, rejoicing, and showering flowers. Humans gaze at the sky and gods behold the city's beauty, each finding delight in the other. Praising King Daśaratha's splendor, they feast their eyes to satisfaction. (2) Stay awake, friend—it is Rāma's sixth night; behold how lovely the night is. The king's four sons are figures encrusted with auspiciousness and delight. Brahmā fashioned four lovely, transcendent forms; knowing the king was fit, Brahmā and Śaṅkara gave him these forms worthy of worship. The sixth-night rite of those whose sweetness makes the world sweet is held in the lovely palace. Even Lady Sleep keeps vigil, and the night becomes enchanting. (3) Servants remain alert, and wise ministers carefully observe the proper hour. The great sage has taught them many worldly and Vedic ordinances. Knowing what they have heard, they perform the many Vedic and customary rites. They have brought and prepared offerings, worship materials, herbs, and gems. The gods and goddesses whom they serve with heartfelt honor for their welfare make themselves known to all and teach the protective diagrams and mantras. (4) All married women, elders, townspeople, guests, heavenly beauties, gods, sages, and petitioners—each according to their station— are fully satisfied with garments and gifts suited to them. They cry victory and give blessings, their hearts exulting like Tulsīdāsa's. Invitations are issued: “As today, so tomorrow and the next day the vigil will continue.” Blessed are those oceans of merit who lived a joyful life at that time. (5) Mighty gods and noble Nāgas praise the king's fortune and look on with longing. Lakṣmī and the powers beginning with Aṇimā labor as attendants in women's finest dress. Aṇimā and the other powers, Śāradā, and the Mountain's Daughter tend the dear child. Umā and Lakṣmī now receive the fulfillment they had not obtained throughout their lives. The guardians of the worlds forget their own realms; no one speaks of home. Tulsī says: the world, scorched by the three afflictions, seems to have found the shade of the Lord's sixth-night rite. (6)