बहुरो भरत कह्यो कछु चाहौं। सकुच-सिंधु बोहित बिबेक करि बुधि-बल बचन निवाहौं॥ १ ॥ छोटेहुतें नेह करि आए, मैं सामुहें न हेरो। एकहि बार आजु बिधि मेरो सील-सनेह निबेरो॥ २ ॥ तुलसी जो फिरिबो न बनै, प्रभु! तौ हौं आयसु पावौं। घर फेरिए लखन, लरिका हैं, नाथ साथ हौं आवौं॥ ३ ॥
Bharata spoke again: ‘I wish to say something more. Making discernment my boat upon the ocean of hesitation, I shall carry these words through by the strength of understanding. (1) From childhood you have always shown me affection, though I have never truly appeared before you. Today, in a single stroke, fate has settled the worth of my character and love. (2) Tulsī says: Lord, if your return cannot be, then grant me this command—send Lakṣmaṇa home, for he is still young, and let me accompany you.’ (3)