राजत सिसुरूप राम सकल गुन-निकाय-धाम, कौतुकी कृपालु ब्रह्म जानु-पानि-चारी। नीलकंज-जलदपुंज-मरकतमनि-सरिस स्याम, काम कोटि सोभा अंग अंग उपर बारी॥ १ ॥ हाटक-मनि-रतन-खचित रचित इंद्र-मंदिराभ, इंदिरानिवास सदन बिधि रच्यो सँवारी। बिहरत नृप-अजिर अनुज सहित बालकेलि-कुसल, नील-जलज-लोचन हरि मोचन भय भारी॥ २ ॥ अरुन चरन अंकुस-धुज-कंज-कुलिस-चिन्ह रुचिर, भ्राजत अति नूपुर बर मधुर मुखरकारी। किंकिनी बिचित्र जाल, कंबुकंठ ललित माल, उर बिसाल केहरि-नख, कंकन करधारी॥ ३ ॥ चारु चिबुक नासिका कपोल, भाल तिलक, भ्रुकुटि, श्रवन अधर सुंदर, द्विज-छबि अनूप न्यारी। मनहुँ अरुन कंज-कोस मंजुल जुगपाँति प्रसव, कुंदकली जुगल जुगल परम सुभ्रवारी॥ ४ ॥ चिक्कन चिकुरावली मनो षडंघ्रि-मंडली, बनी, बिसेषि गुंजत जनु बालक किलकारी। इकटक प्रतिबिंब निरखि पुलकत हरि हरषि हरषि, लै उछंग जननी रसभंग जिय बिचारी॥ ५ ॥ जाकहँ सनकादि संभु नारदादि सुक मुनींद्र, करत बिबिध जोग काम क्रोध लोभ जारी। दसरथ गृह सोइ उदार, भंजन संसार-भार, लीला अवतार तुलसिदास-त्रासहारी॥ ६ ॥
Rāma shines in an infant's form, the abode of every host of virtues— the playful, compassionate Absolute, moving upon knees and hands. Dark as a blue lotus, a mass of rain clouds, or an emerald gem, on each and every limb the beauty of ten million Loves is offered up. (1) In a dwelling studded with gold, gems, and jewels, fashioned in the likeness of Indra's palace— a home for Lakṣmī that the Creator has carefully adorned— the Lord, adept in childhood play, sports with his younger brothers in the king's courtyard; his eyes are blue lotuses, and he releases us from crushing fear. (2) His red feet bear lovely signs of goad, banner, lotus, and thunderbolt; fine anklets shine there, ringing with a sweet voice. A wondrous net of little bells, lovely garlands on his conch-like neck, a tiger-claw charm on his broad breast, and bracelets upon his hands. (3) His lovely chin, nose, cheeks, brow-mark, brows, ears, and lips are beautiful; the splendor of his teeth is incomparably distinct— as though within the red lotus-cup there had sprung two lovely rows, pairs upon pairs of jasmine buds, supremely shining white. (4) His glossy curls seem a company of six-footed bees, beautifully formed, and the child's crowing sounds like their special hum. Fixedly gazing at his reflection, Hari thrills and rejoices again and again; his mother, fearing in her heart that the delight might be broken, lifts him into her lap. (5) For his sake Sanaka and the other sages, Śambhu, Nārada and the other seers, and sage-lords such as Śuka practice many disciplines of yoga, having burned away desire, anger, and greed. That same generous Lord is in Daśaratha's house, breaking the burden of the world— an incarnation of play who removes Tulsīdāsa's fear. (6)