‘भाई को सो करौं, डरौं कठिन कुफेरै। सुकृत-संकट पर्यो, जात गलानिन्ह गरयो, कृपानिधिको मिलौं पै मिलिकै कुबेरै’॥ १ ॥ जाइ गहे पाँय, धाइ धनद उठाइ भेट्यो, समाचार पाइ पौत्र सोचत सुमेरै। तहँई मिले महेस, दियो हित उपदेस, रामकी सरन जाहि, ‘सुदिनु न हेरै॥ २ ॥ जाको नाम कुंभज कलेस-सिंधु सोखिवेको, मेरो कह्यो मानि, तात! बाँधे जिनि बरै’। तुलसी मुदित चले, पाये हैं सगुन भले, रंक लूटिवेको मानो मनिगन-ढेरै॥ ३ ॥
“I should act as a brother, yet I fear this terrible reversal.” Caught in a crisis of duty and consumed by shame, Vibhīṣaṇa resolved: “I shall first meet Kubera and then meet the Treasure of Compassion.” (1) He went and clasped Kubera’s feet; the lord of wealth ran forward, raised him, and embraced him. Hearing the news, Pulastya’s grandson pondered on Mount Sumeru. There he met Maheśa, who gave wholesome counsel: “Go to Rāma’s refuge—do not wait for an auspicious day. (2) His name is like Agastya for drying the ocean of distress. Son, heed my word and make no elaborate preparations.” Tulsī says Vibhīṣaṇa departed joyfully amid favorable signs, like a pauper going to plunder a heap of jewels. (3)