भोर जानकी-जीवन जागे। सूत मागध, प्रबीन, बेनु-बीना-धुनि द्वारे, गायक सरस राग रागे॥ १ ॥ स्यामल सलोने गात, आलसबस जँभात प्रिया प्रेमरस पागे। उनींदे लोचन चारु, मुख-सुखमा-सिंगार हेरि हारे मार भूरि भागे॥ २ ॥ सहज सुहाई छबि, उपमा न लहैं कबि, मुदित बिलोकन लागे। तुलसिदास निसिबासर अनूप रूप रहत प्रेम-अनुरागे॥ ३ ॥
At dawn, Jānakī's Beloved awakens. Skilled heralds and bards praise him; flute and vīṇā sound at the door, and singers unfold melodious rāgas. (1) His lovely dark body, steeped in the nectar of his beloved's love, yawns with drowsiness. Seeing his charming half-sleeping eyes and the beauty and adornment of his face, hosts of Love-gods admit defeat and flee. (2) His beauty is naturally radiant; poets can find no comparison and gaze on it in delight. Tulsīdāsa remains day and night absorbed in loving attachment to that incomparable form. (3)