बाजत अवध गहागहे अनंद-बधाए। नामकरन रघुबरनिके नृप सुदिन सोधाए॥ १ ॥ पाय रजायसु रायको ऋषिराज बोलाए। सिष्य-सचिव-सेवक-सखा सादर सिर नाए॥ २ ॥ साधु सुमति समरथ सबै सानंद सिखाए। जल, दल, फल, मनि-मूलिका, कुलि काज लिखाए॥ ३ ॥ गनप-गौरि-हर पूजिकै गोवृन्द हुहाए। घर-घर मुद मंगल महा गुन-गान सुहाए॥ ४ ॥ तुरत मुदित जहँ तहँ चले मनके भए भाए। सुरपति-सासनु घन मनो मारुत मिलि धाए॥ ५ ॥ गृह, आँगन, चौहट, गली, बाजार बनाए। कलस, चवर, तोरन, धुजा, सुवितान तनाए॥ ६ ॥ चित्र चारु चौकैं रची, लिखि नाम जनाए। भरि-भरि सरवर-बापिका अरगजा सनाए॥ ७ ॥ नर-नारिह पल चारिमें सब साज सजाए। दसरथ-पुर छबि आपनी सुरनगर लजाए॥ ८ ॥ बिबुध बिमान बनाइकै आनंदित आए। हरषि सुमन बरसन लगे, गए धन जनु पाए॥ ९ ॥ बरे बिप्र चहुँ बेदके, रबिकुल-गुर ग्यानी। आपु बसिष्ठ अथरबणी, महिमा जग जानी॥ १० ॥ लोक-रीति बिधि बेदकी करि कह्यो सुबानी— “सिसु-समेत बेगि बोलिए कौसल्या रानी”॥ ११ ॥ सुनत सुआसिनि लै चली गावत बड़भागीं। उमा-रमा, सारद-सची लखि सुति अनुरागी॥ १२ ॥ निज-निज रुचि बेष बिरचिकै हिलि-मिलि संग लागीं। तेहि अवसर तिहु लोकको सुदसा जनु जागीं॥ १३ ॥ चारु चौक बैठत भई भूप-भामिनी सोहैं। गोद मोद-मूरति लिए, सुकृती जन जोहैं॥ १४ ॥ सुख-सुखमा, कौतुक कला देखि-सुनि मुनि मोहैं। सो समाज कहैं बरनिकै, ऐसे कबि को हैं?॥ १५ ॥ लगे पढ़न रच्छा-ऋचा ऋषिराज बिराजे। गगन सुमन-झरि, जय-जय, बहु बाजन बाजे॥ १६ ॥ भए अमंगल लंकमें, संक-संकट गाजे। भुवन चारिदसके बड़े दुख-दारिद भाजे॥ १७ ॥ बाल बिलोकि अथरबणी हँसि हरहि जनायो। सुभको सुभ, मोद मोदको, “राम” नाम सुनायो॥ १८ ॥ आलबाल कल कौसिला, दल बरन सोहायो। कंद सकल आनन्दको जनु अंकुर आयो॥ १९ ॥ जोहि, जानि, जपि जोरिकै करपुट सिर राखे। “जय जय जय करुनानिधे!” सादर सुर भाषे॥ २० ॥ “सत्यसंघ! साँचे सदा जे आखर आखे। प्रनतपाल! पाए सही, जे फल अभिलाषे”॥ २१ ॥ भूमिदेव देव देखिकै नरदेव सुखारी। बोलि सचिव सेवक सखा पटधारि भँडारी॥ २२ ॥ “देहु जाहि जोइ चाहिए सनमानि सँभारी।” लगे देन हिय हरषिकै हेरि-हेरि हँकारी॥ २३ ॥ राम-निछावरि लेनको हठि होत भिखारी। बहुरि देत तेहि देखिए मानहुँ धनधारी॥ २४ ॥ भरत लषन रिपुदवनहूँ धरे नाम बिचारी। फलदायक फल चारिके दसरथ-सुत चारी॥ २५ ॥ भए भूप-बालकनिके नाम निरूपम नीके। सबै सोच-संकट मिटे तबतें पुर-तीके॥ २६ ॥ सुफल मनोरथ बिधि किए सब बिधि सबहीके। अब होइहै गाए सुने सबके तुलसीके॥ २७ ॥
Deep, joyful music of celebration resounds in Ayodhyā. For the naming of the Raghus' princes, the king has an auspicious day determined. (1) Receiving the king's command, the sovereign sage summons them. Disciples, ministers, servants, and friends respectfully bow their heads. (2) Gladly he instructs all the virtuous, wise, and capable people. He has them list water, leaves, fruits, gems, herbs, and everything required. (3) They worship Gaṇeśa, Gaurī, and Hara and have the herds of cows milked. In every home rise great joyful rites and lovely songs of virtue. (4) At once, delighted that their heart's wish is being fulfilled, people set out everywhere. They seem like clouds racing together with the wind at the Lord of Gods' command. (5) They adorn houses, courtyards, thresholds, lanes, and markets. They raise vessels, fly-whisks, arches, flags, and beautiful canopies. (6) They draw lovely colored ritual squares and mark the names upon them. They fill ponds and tanks and scent them with fragrant powder. (7) Within four moments the men and women arrange everything. Daśaratha's city puts the city of the gods to shame with its beauty. (8) The gods prepare their aerial cars and arrive in delight. Joyfully they begin showering flowers, like people who have recovered lost treasure. (9) Four Brahmins, one from each Veda, are chosen, along with the learned guru of the Solar line. Vasiṣṭha himself is the Atharvan; his greatness is known throughout the world. (10) Performing the worldly custom and the Vedic ordinance, he says in a gracious voice: “Quickly summon Queen Kausalyā with the child.” (11) Hearing this, fortunate married women bring her, singing as they go. Umā, Lakṣmī, Śāradā, and Śacī see the child and grow loving. (12) Fashioning disguises to their several tastes, they mingle and join the company. At that moment it seems the good fortune of all three worlds awakens. (13) The king's queen sits within the lovely ritual square, shining, the embodiment of joy in her lap, while the meritorious gaze upon him. (14) Seeing and hearing the beauty of happiness and the art of that wonder, even the sage is enchanted. What poet exists who could describe that assembly? (15) The sovereign sage takes his seat and begins reciting protective Vedic verses. Flowers stream from the sky, victory cries ring out, and many instruments sound. (16) Evil omens arise in Laṅkā; foreboding and calamity thunder there. The great sorrows and poverty of the fourteen worlds flee away. (17) Seeing the child, the Atharvan smiles and makes him known to Hara. He announces the name “Rāma,” blessing of blessings and delight of delights. (18) Lovely Kausalyā is the basin around the tree, and the child's complexion is the lovely leaf; it is as though a shoot has sprung from the root of all bliss. (19) Seeing and recognizing him, the gods repeat the name, join their palms, and bow their heads. “Victory, victory, victory, treasury of compassion!” they reverently say. (20) “O keeper of truth, the syllables you utter are always true. O protector of the surrendered, we have indeed received the fruits we desired.” (21) Seeing the Brahmins delighted, the king himself becomes joyful. He summons ministers, servants, friends, wardrobe-keepers, and treasurers. (22) “Honor each person carefully and give whatever each requires.” With glad hearts they begin calling people forward one by one and giving. (23) One who stubbornly becomes a beggar to receive an offering made over Rāma is soon seen giving it away again, as though a wealthy lord. (24) After reflection he also gives the names Bharata, Lakṣmaṇa, and Śatrughna. Daśaratha's four sons are the bestowers of the four fruits of life. (25) The royal children's names are incomparable and beautiful. From that moment every care and crisis leaves the capital. (26) Fate fulfills everyone's desires, in every way and by every means. Now, Tulsī says, the same will happen for all who sing and hear these names. (27)