भरत भए ठाढ़े कर जोरि। है न सकत सामुहें सकुचबस समुझि मातुकृत खोरि॥ १ ॥ फिरिहैं किधौं फिरन कहिहैं प्रभु कलपि कुटिलता मोरि। हृदय सोच, जलभरे बिलोचन, नेह देह भइ भोरि॥ २ ॥ बनबासी, पुरलोग, महामुनि किए हैं काठके-से कोरि। दै दै श्रवन सुनिबेको जहाँ तहँ रहे प्रेम मन बोरि॥ ३ ॥ तुलसी राम-सुभाव सुमिरि, उर धरि धीरजहि बहोरि। बोले बचन विनीत उचित हित करुना-रसहि निचोरि॥ ४ ॥
Bharata stood with hands joined, unable through hesitation to remain face-to-face with the Lord as he reflected on the fault committed by his mother. (1) ‘Will the Lord return, or will he imagine deceit in me and tell me to go back?’ His heart was anxious, his eyes filled with tears, and his body was overwhelmed by love. (2) Forest dwellers, townspeople, and great sages seemed fashioned from wood. Everywhere they stood with ears inclined to listen, their minds immersed in love. (3) Tulsī says that, remembering Rāma’s nature, Bharata restored courage to his heart and spoke humble, fitting, beneficial words, the very essence of compassion. (4)