कहु कपि! कब रघुनाथ कृपा करि, हरिंहें निज बियोग संभव दुख। राजिवनयन, मयन-अनेक-छवि, रबिकुल-कुमुद-सुखद, मयंक-मुख॥ १ ॥ बिरह-अनल-स्वासा-समीर निज तनु जरिबे कहँ रही न कछु सक। अति बल जल बरषत दोउ लोचन, दिन अरु रैन रहत एकहि तक॥ २ ॥ सुदृढ़ ग्यान अवलंबि, सुनहु सुत! राखति प्रान बिचारि दहन मत। सगुन रूप, लीला-बिलास-सुख सुमिरति करति रहति अंतरगत॥ ३ ॥ सुनु हनुमंत! अनंत-बंधु करुनासुभाव सीतल कोमल अति। तुलसिदास यहि त्रास जानि जिय, बरु दुख सहौं, प्रगट कहि न सकति॥ ४ ॥
Tell me, monkey: when will Raghunātha mercifully remove the pain born of separation from him—the lotus-eyed one, beauty of countless Loves, moon-faced giver of delight to the water lilies of the solar race? (1) The fire of separation, fanned by the wind of my breaths, has left no power in this body to burn further. Yet my two eyes pour water with tremendous force, fixed upon a single point day and night. (2) Listen, son: relying on firm understanding, I keep my life from being consumed. Inwardly I continually remember the joy of his manifest form, divine play, and loving sport. (3) Listen, Hanumān: the friend of all is compassionate by nature, exceedingly tender and cool. Knowing in my heart that this would distress him, Tulsīdāsa’s Sītā says, I would rather endure the pain than speak it openly. (4)