मोपै तो न कछू ह्वै आई। ओर निबाहि भली बिधि भायप चल्यो लखन-सो भाई॥ १ ॥ पुर, पितु-मातु, सकल सुख परिहरि जेहि बन-बिपति बँटाई। ता सँग हौं सुरलोक सोक तजि सक्यो न प्रान पठाई॥ २ ॥ जानत हौं या उर कठोरतें कुलिस कठिनता पाई। सुमिरि सनेह सुमित्रा-सुतको दरकि दरार न जाई॥ ३ ॥ तात-मरन, तिय-हरन, गीध-बध, भुज दाहिनी गँवाई। तुलसी मैं सब भाँति आपने कुलहि कालिमा लाई॥ ४ ॥
“Nothing has come of me. A brother like Lakṣmaṇa has fulfilled brotherhood beautifully to its very end and departed. (1) He abandoned city, father, mother, and every happiness to share my forest hardships; yet I could not cast off grief and send my own life with him to the gods’ realm. (2) I now know that the thunderbolt obtained its hardness from this heart of mine, for even when I remember the son of Sumitrā’s love, no crack opens in it. (3) My father died, my wife was abducted, the vulture was slain, and now I have lost my right arm. Tulsī says: in every way I have brought disgrace upon my lineage.” (4)