सोहत मग मुनि सँग दोउ भाई। तरुन तमाल चारु चंपक-छवि कवि-सुभाय कहि जाई॥ १ ॥ भूषन बसन अनुहरत अँगनि, उमगति सुन्दरताई। बदन मनोज सरोज लोचननि रही है लुभाइ लुनाई॥ २ ॥ अंसनि धनु, सर कर-कमलनि, कटि कसे हैं निखंग बनाई। सकल भुवन सोभा सरबस लघु लागति निरखि निकाई॥ ३ ॥ महि मृदु पथ, घन छाँह, सुमन सुर बरष, पवन सुखदाई। जल-थल-रुह फल, फूल, सलिल सब करत प्रेम पहुनाई॥ ४ ॥ सकुच सभीत बिनीत साथ गुरु बोलनि-चलनि सुहाई। खग-मृग-चित्र बिलोकत बिच-बिच, लसति ललित लरिकाई॥ ५ ॥ बिद्या दई जानि बिद्यानिधि, बिद्यहु लही बड़ाई। खेल दली ताड़ुका, देखि ऋषि देत असीस अघाई॥ ६ ॥ बूझत प्रभु सुरसरि-प्रसंग कहि निज कुल कथा सुनाई। गाधिसुवन-सनेह-सुख-संपति उर-आश्रम न समाई॥ ७ ॥ बनबासी बटु, जती, जोगि-जन साधु-सिद्ध-समुदाई। पूजत पेखि प्रीति पुलकत तनु नयन लाभ लुटि पाई॥ ८ ॥ मख राख्यो खलदल दलि भुजबल, बाजत बिबुध बधाई। नित पथ-चरित-सहित तुलसी-चित बसत लखन रघुराई॥ ९ ॥
The two brothers shine upon the road with the sage. A poet naturally compares them to a young tamāla and a lovely champak tree. (1) Their clothes and ornaments accord with their limbs, from which beauty surges. The charm of Love seems lodged in their faces and the loveliness of lotuses, captivated, in their eyes. (2) Bows are upon their shoulders, arrows in their lotus-hands, and quivers well fastened at their waists. Beholding their beauty, the entire treasure of splendor in all the worlds seems small. (3) Earth gives a tender road, clouds give shade, gods shower flowers, and the breeze gives delight. Fruits, flowers, and water born on land and in water all lovingly offer hospitality. (4) With their guru, their modest, reverent, humble speaking and walking look beautiful. Whenever they behold strange birds and deer, their lovely childhood playfulness shines. (5) Knowing him as the treasury of knowledge, the guru nevertheless gives him sacred sciences, and those sciences gain greatness thereby. He slays Tāḍakā in play; seeing it, the sage pours out blessings to his heart's content. (6) When the Lord asks about the celestial river, the sage tells its story together with the history of his own line. The wealth of Gādhi's son's affection and joy will not fit within the hermitage of his heart. (7) Forest-dwelling students, renunciants, yogis, companies of saints and siddhas behold him, thrill with love, plunder the gain of their eyes, and worship him. (8) By the strength of his arms he crushes the wicked host and guards the sacrifice; congratulations resound among the gods. Tulsī's heart is forever inhabited by Raghurāya and Lakṣmaṇa together with the deeds of their journey. (9)