ह्वैहौ लाल कबहिं बड़े बलि मैया। राम लखन भावते भरत-रिपुदवन चारु चार्यो भैया॥ १ ॥ बाल बिभूषन बसन मनोहर अंगनि बिरचि बनैहों। सोभा निरखि, निछावरि करि, उर लाइ बारने जैहों॥ २ ॥ छगन-मगन अँगना खेलिहौ मिलि, ठुमुकु-ठुमुकु कब धैहौ। कलबल बचन तोतरे मंजुल कहि “माँ” मोहिं बुलैहौ॥ ३ ॥ पुरजन-सचिव, राउ-रानी सब, सेवक-सखा-सहेली। लैहैं लोचन लाहु सुफल लखि ललित मनोरथ-बेली॥ ४ ॥ जा सुखकी लालसा लटू सिव, सुक-सनकादि उदासी। तुलसी तेहि सुखसिंधु कौसिला मगन, पै प्रेम-पियासी॥ ५ ॥
When, dear sons, will you grow up? Mother offers herself for you. Beloved Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa, Bharata and Śatrughna—when will all four lovely brothers grow? (1) I will fashion childhood ornaments and clothes and array them upon your lovely limbs. Beholding that beauty, I will make offerings, clasp you to my heart, and give myself away. (2) When will you little ones play absorbed together in the courtyard and run with toddling steps? When will you call me “Mother” in charming, lisping baby words? (3) Townspeople and ministers, king and queens, servants, friends, and companions will feast their eyes when they see the lovely vine of their longing bear fruit. (4) Śiva, Śuka, Sanaka, and other renunciants are spellbound by yearning for this joy. Tulsī says: Kausalyā is immersed in that ocean of joy, yet remains thirsty for love. (5)