जब जब भवन बिलोकति सूनो। तब तब बिकल होति कौसल्या, दिन दिन प्रति दुख दूनो॥ १ ॥ सुमिरत बाल-बिनोद रामके सुंदर मुनि-मन-हारी। होत हृदय अति सूल समुझि पदपंकज अजिर-बिहारी॥ २ ॥ को अब प्रात कलेऊ माँगत रूठि चलेगो, माई! स्याम-तामरस-नैन स्रवत जल काहि लेउँ उर लाई॥ ३ ॥ जीवौं तौ बिपति सहौं निसि-बासर, मरौं तौ मन पछितायो। चलत बिपिन भरि नयन रामको बदन न देखन पायो॥ ४ ॥ तुलसिदास यह दुसह दसा अति, दारुन बिरह घनेरो। दूरि करै को भूरि कृपा बिनु सोकजनित रुज मेरो?॥ ५ ॥
Whenever Kauśalyā sees the palace empty, she becomes distraught, and day by day her sorrow doubles. (1) She remembers Rāma’s lovely childhood games that stole sages’ hearts; recalling his lotus feet roaming the courtyard pierces her heart. (2) ‘Who will now ask for breakfast at dawn and walk away sulking, mother? Whom shall I press to my breast as tears stream from dark lotus eyes? (3) If I live, I endure calamity night and day; if I die, my heart repents that when Rāma left for the forest I did not fill my eyes with his face. (4) Tulsīdāsa says this condition is unbearable, this terrible and immense separation. Who but abundant Grace can remove my grief-born illness? (5)