सुनहु राम बिश्रामधाम हरि! जनकसुता अति बिपति जैसे सहति। ‘हे सौमित्रि-बंधु करुनानिधि!’ मन महँ रटति, प्रगट नहिं कहति॥ १ ॥ निजपद-जलज बिलोकि सोकरत नयननि बारि रहत न एक छन। मनहु नील नीरज ससि-संभव रबि-बियोग दोउ स्त्रवत सुधाकन॥ २ ॥ बहु राच्छसी सहित तरुके तर तुम्हरे बिरह निज जनम बिगोवति। मनहु दुष्ट इंद्रिय संकट महँ बुद्धि बिबेक उदय मगु जोवति॥ ३ ॥ सुनि कपि बचन बिचारि हृदय हरि अनपायनी सदा सो एक मन। तुलसिदास दुख-सुखातीत हरि सोच करत मानहु प्राकृत जन॥ ४ ॥
Listen, Rāma, Hari who is the abode of rest, to how the daughter of Janaka endures extreme distress. Within her mind she repeats, “O brother of Sumitrā’s son, Treasure of Compassion!” but does not speak it aloud. (1) As she looks upon her own lotus feet, the water of her grieving eyes does not cease for even a moment. It is as though two blue lotuses born from the moon, separated from the sun, continually shed drops of nectar. (2) Surrounded by many demonesses beneath a tree, she spends her life in separation from you, like discernment trapped amid the peril of corrupt senses, watching for the path by which wisdom will dawn. (3) Hearing the monkey’s words, Hari reflected that her mind remains forever one-pointed in unfailing devotion to him. Tulsīdāsa says that Hari, beyond pleasure and pain, grieved like an ordinary man. (4)