राजति राम-जानकी-जोरी। स्याम-सरोज जलद सुंदर बर, दुलहिनि तड़ित-बरन तनु गोरी॥ १ ॥ ब्याह समय सोहति बितानतर, उपमा कहुँ न लहति मति मोरी। मनहुँ मदन मंजुल मंडपमहँ छबि-सिँगार-सोभा इक ठौरी॥ २ ॥ मंगलमय दोउ, अंग मनोहर, ग्रथित चूनरी पीत पिछोरी। कनककलस कहुँ देत भाँवरी, निरखि रूप सारद भइ भोरी॥ ३ ॥ इत बसिष्ठ मुनि, उतहि सतानँद, बंस बखान करैं दोउ ओरी। इत अवधेस, उतहि मिथिलापति, भरत अंक सुखसिंधु हिलोरी॥ ४ ॥ मुदित जनक, रनिवास रहसबस, चतुर नारि चितवहिं तुन तोरी। गान-निसान-बेद-धुनि सुनि सुर बरसत सुमन, हरष कहै को री?॥ ५ ॥ नयननको फल पाइ प्रेमबस सकल असीसत ईस निहोरी। तुलसी जेहि आनंदमगन मन, क्यों रसना बरनै सुख सो री॥ ६ ॥
The pair of Rāma and Jānakī shines. The handsome groom is dark as blue lotus and raincloud; the bride's fair body has lightning's color. (1) At the wedding they shine beneath the canopy; my mind can find no comparison anywhere. It is as though beauty, adornment, and splendor have gathered in one place in Love's lovely pavilion. (2) Both are all-auspicious, every limb enchanting; her red veil and his yellow scarf are tied together. They circle the golden vessels, and beholding their beauty even Śāradā's mind grows bewildered. (3) On this side sage Vasiṣṭha and on that Śatānanda proclaim the two lineages. Here Ayodhyā's lord and there Mithilā's king fill their laps as the ocean of joy surges. (4) Janaka is delighted, the women's palace overcome with affection, and clever women gaze while breaking a straw against the evil eye. Hearing song, drums, and Vedic chant, the gods shower flowers—friend, who can describe that joy? (5) Having gained the reward of their eyes, all lovingly implore the Lord and offer blessings. Tulsī says: when even the mind sinks into that bliss, how can the tongue describe its happiness? (6)