जब दोउ दसरथ-कुँवर बिलोके। जनक नगर नर-नारि मुदित मन निरखि नयन पल रोके॥ १ ॥ बय किसोर, घन-तड़ित-बरन तनु नखसिख अंग लोभारे। दै चित, कै हित, लै सब छबि-बित बिधि निज हाथ सँवारे॥ २ ॥ संकट नृपहि, सोच अति सीतहि, भूप सकुचि सिर नाए। उठे राम रघुकुल-कुल-केहरि, गुर-अनुसासन पाए॥ ३ ॥ कौतुक ही कोदंड खंडि प्रभु, जय अरु जानकि पाई। तुलसिदास कीरति रघुपतिकी मुनिन्ह तिहूँ पुर गाई॥ ४ ॥
When they beheld Daśaratha's two princes, Janakapur's men and women gazed with joyful hearts and held back their blinking eyes. (1) They were youthful; their bodies had the colors of cloud and lightning, every limb lovely from nail to crown. The Maker took all the world's treasure of beauty and fashioned them with his own hands, giving his heart and love. (2) The king was in distress, Sītā deeply anxious, and the rulers bowed their heads in shame. Then Rāma, lion of Raghu's lineage, rose upon receiving his guru's command. (3) In mere sport the Lord broke the bow and won both victory and Jānakī. Tulsīdāsa says the sages sang Raghupati's glory throughout the three worlds. (4)