नृपति-कुँवर राजत मग जात। सुंदर बदन, सरोरुह-लोचन, मरकत कनकबरन मृदु गात॥ १ ॥ अंसनि चाप, तून कटि मुनि पट, जटामुकुट बिच नूतन पात। फेरत पानि सरोजनि सायक, चोरत चितहि सहज मुसुकात॥ २ ॥ संग नारि सुकुमारि सुभग सुठि, राजति बिन भूषन नव-सात। सुखमा निरखि ग्राम-बनितनिके नलिन-नयन बिकसित मनो प्रात॥ ३ ॥ अंग-अंग अगनित अनंग-छबि, उपमा कहत सुकबि सकुचात। सियसमेत नित तुलसिदास चित, बसत किसोर पथिक दोउ भ्रात॥ ४ ॥
The king's sons shine as they travel along the road. Their faces are lovely, their eyes are lotuses, and their tender bodies bear emerald and golden hues. (1) Bows rest on their shoulders, quivers at their waists, and hermit's cloth adorns them; fresh leaves lie amid their crowns of matted hair. They turn arrows in their lotus hands and, smiling naturally, steal every heart. (2) With them shines a most lovely, tender woman, though without the full sixteen ornaments. Beholding her beauty, the village women's lotus eyes bloom as though at daybreak. (3) Each limb holds the beauty of countless Loves; even good poets hesitate to offer a comparison. Tulsīdāsa says that, together with Sītā, the two youthful traveler-brothers dwell forever in his heart. (4)