चित्रकूट अति बिचित्र, सुंदर बन, महि पबित्र, पावनि पय-सरित सकल मल-निकंदिनी। सानुज जहँ बसत राम, लोक-लोचनाभिराम, बाम अंग बामाबर बिस्व-बंदिनी॥ १ ॥ रिषिबर तहँ छंद बास, गावत कलकंठ हास, कीरतन उनमाय काय क्रोध-कंदिनी। बर बिधान करत गान, वारत धन-मान-प्रान, झरना झर झिंग झिंग झिंग जलतरंगिनी॥ २ ॥ बर बिहारु चरन चारु पाँडर चंपक चनार करनहार बार पार पुर-पुरंगिनी। जोबन नव ढरत ढार दुत्त मत्त मृग मराल मंद मंद गुंजत हैं अलि अलिंगिनी॥ ३ ॥ चितवत मुनिगन चकोर, बैठे निज ठौर ठौर, अच्छय अकलंक सरद-चंद-चंदिनी। उदित सदा बन-अकास, मुदित बदत तुलसिदास, जय जय रघुनंदन जय जनकनंदिनी॥ ४ ॥
Citrakūṭa is wondrous beyond measure: its forest is beautiful, its earth holy, And the sacred Payasvinī River destroys every impurity. There Rāma dwells with his younger brother, delighting the eyes of the world, While at his left sits the world-revered Lady, best of women. (1) Excellent sages dwell there freely, singing with lovely voices and joyful smiles, Their bodies freed from anger as they create songs of praise. With excellent discipline they sing, offering wealth, honor, and life, While waterfalls fall and their waters ring ‘jhiṅg, jhiṅg, jhiṅg.’ (2) Among pāṇḍara, campaka, and kacanāra trees, the women of the settlement Offer themselves again and again to the Lord whose lovely feet roam there. Youth seems newly poured into a fresh mold; intoxicated deer and swans dart about, And pairs of bees hum softly together. (3) Sage-cakoras, seated in their own places, gaze Upon the imperishable, stainless autumn moon and moonlight—Rāma and Sītā— Forever risen in the sky of the forest. Tulsīdāsa joyfully declares: Victory, victory to Raghunandana! Victory to Janakanandinī! (4)