प्रात भयो तात, बलि मातु बिधु-बदनपर मदन वारौं कोटि, उठो प्रान-प्यारे! सूत-मागध-बंदि बदत बिरुदावली, द्वारा सिसु अनुज प्रियतम तिहारे॥ १ ॥ कोक गतसोक अवलोकि ससि छीनछबि, अरुनमय गगन राजत रुचि तारे। मनहुँ रबि बाल मृगराज तमनिकर-करि दलित, अति ललित मनिगन बिथारे॥ २ ॥ सुनहु तमचुर मुखर, कीर कलहंस पिक केकि रव कलित, बोलत बिहँग बारे। मनहुँ मुनिबृन्द रघुबंसमनि! रावरे गुनत गुन आश्रमनि सपरिवारे॥ ३ ॥ सरनि बिकसित कंजपुंज मकरन्दवर, मंजुतर मधुर मधुकर गुँजारे। मनहुँ प्रभुजनम सुनि चैन अमरावती, इन्दिरानन्द-मन्दिर सँवारे॥ ४ ॥ प्रेम-संमिलित बर बचन-रचना अकनि राम राजीव-लोचन उघारे। दास तुलसी मुदित, जननि करै आरती, सहज सुन्दर अजिर पाँव धारे॥ ५ ॥
Morning has come, child; Mother offers herself upon your moon-face and would offer ten million Loves—rise, beloved of my life! Heralds, genealogists, and bards recite your praises; at the door stand your younger brothers and dearest child-friends. (1) Seeing the moon's beauty fade, the cakravāka birds are freed from sorrow; stars of lovely light shine in the reddening sky. It is as though the young lion of the sun crushed the elephant-host of darkness and scattered its exceedingly lovely pearls. (2) Listen: roosters call, and parrots, royal swans, cuckoos, peacocks, and young birds fill the air with song. O jewel of Raghu's line, it is as though companies of sages, together with their families, were meditating upon your virtues in their hermitages. (3) Clusters of lotuses open upon the lakes, and for their excellent nectar the bees make their loveliest, sweetest hum. It is as though, hearing of the Lord's birth, Amarāvatī celebrates and Lakṣmī has adorned her mansions of joy. (4) Hearing this fine composition of words suffused with love, Rāma opens his lotus-eyes. Servant Tulsī rejoices; his mother performs the ārati as the naturally beautiful Lord sets foot in the courtyard. (5)