बय किसोर गोरे साँवरे धनुवान धरे हैं। सब अँग सहज सोहावने, राजिव जिते नैननि-बदननि बिधु निदरे हैं॥ १ ॥ तून-सुमुनिपट कटि कसे, जटा-मुकुट करे हैं। मंजु मधुर मृदुमूरति, पान्ह्यौं न पायनि, कैसे धौं पथ विचरे हैं॥ २ ॥ उभय बीच बनिता बनी, लखि मोहि परे हैं। मदन सप्रिया सप्रिय सखा मुनि-बेष बनाए लिये मन जात हरे हैं॥ ३ ॥ सुनि जहँ तहँ देखन चले अनुराग भरे हैं। राम-पथिक छवि निरखि कै, तुलसी, मग-लोगनि धाम-काम विसरे हैं॥ ४ ॥
Fair and dark, in the flower of youth, they carry their bows. Every limb is naturally lovely; their eyes defeat the lotus, and their faces put the moon to shame. (1) Quivers and fine ascetic cloth are fastened at their waists, and matted locks crown their heads. Their forms are charming, gentle, and tender; with no sandals on their feet, how can they travel this road? (2) A beautiful woman appears between the two and leaves me spellbound. They seem like Love with his beloved and his beloved companion, all dressed as sages, stealing every heart as they pass. (3) Hearing of them, people everywhere go out to see them, filled with affection. Tulsī says that, beholding the beauty of Rāma the traveler, the people on the road forget both home and work. (4)