राम कामरिपु-चाप चढ़ायो। मुनिहि पुलक, आनंद नगर, नभ निरखि निसान बजायो॥ १ ॥ जेहि पिनाक बिनु नाक किए नृप, सबहि बिषाद बढ़ायो। सोइ प्रभु कर परसत टूट्यो, जनु हुतो पुरारि पढ़ायो॥ २ ॥ पहिराई जयमाल जानकी, जुबतिन्ह मंगल गायो। तुलसी सुमन बरषि हरषे सुर, सुजस तिहूँ पुर छायो॥ ३ ॥
Rāma strung the bow of Love's enemy. The sage thrilled, joy filled the city, and heaven, beholding, sounded its drums. (1) That Pināka which had left the kings noseless in disgrace and deepened everyone's grief broke at the touch of the Lord's hand, as though Tripurāri had instructed it to do so. (2) Jānakī placed the victory-garland upon him, and the young women sang auspicious songs. Tulsī says the gods rejoiced and showered flowers; the Lord's fair fame filled all three worlds. (3)