सिरिस-सुमन-सुकुमारि, सुखमाकी सींव, सीय राम बड़े ही सकोच संग लई हैं। भाईके प्रान समान, प्रियाके प्रानके प्रान, जानि बानि प्रीति रीति कृपासील मई हैं॥ १ ॥ आलबाल-अवध सुकामतरु कामबेलि, दूरि करि केकई बिपत्ति-बेलि बई हैं। आप, पति, पूत, गुरुजन, प्रिय परिजन, प्रजाहूको कुटिल दुसह दसा दई हैं॥ २ ॥ पंकज-से पगनि पानह्यौँ न, परुष पंथ, कैसे निबहे हैं, निबहैंगे, गति नई हैं?। येही सोच-संकट-मगन मग-नर-नारि, सबकी सुमति राम-राग, रंग रई हैं॥ ३ ॥ एक कहैं, बाम बिधि दाहिनो हमको भयो, उत कीन्हीं पीठि, इतको सुडीठि भई हैं। तुलसी सहित बनबासी मुनि हमरिऔ, अनायास अधिक अघाइ बनि गई हैं॥ ४ ॥
Tender as a śirīṣa blossom and the very limit of beauty, Sītā was taken along by Rāma only with the deepest hesitation. Knowing the nature and law of love, the compassionate Lord— Who is life itself to his brother and the life within his beloved’s life—consented. (1) From Ayodhyā’s garden-bed Kaikeyī uprooted the wish-fulfilling tree and desire-vine, And planted in their place a vine of calamity. For herself, her husband and son, elders, beloved kin, And even the people, she created a crooked and unbearable condition. (2) Their lotus feet wear no sandals, while the road is harsh; How have they endured thus far, and how will they continue—what strange course is this? The men and women on the road are absorbed in this anxious thought, And every good mind is dyed in the color of love for Rāma. (3) One says, ‘Fate, adverse there, has become favorable to us; It turned its back upon them, but its gracious gaze fell here.’ Tulsī says that for us, together with the forest-dwelling sages, Everything has unexpectedly turned out more than satisfying. (4)