देखौ, राघव-बदन बिराजत चारु। जात न बरनि, बिलोकत ही सुख, मुख किधौं छबिबर नारि सिंगारु॥ १ ॥ रुचिर चिबुक, रद-ज्योति अनूपम, अधर अरुन सित हास निहारु। मनो ससिकर बस्यो चहत कमल महँ प्रगटत, दुरत, न बनत बिचारु॥ २ ॥ नासिक सुभग मनहुँ सुक सुंदर चितवत चकि आचरज अपारु। कल कपोल, मृदु बोल मनोहर रीझि, चित चतुर अपनपौ वारु॥ ३ ॥ नयन सरोज, कुटिल कच, कुण्डल, भ्रुकुटि, सुभाल तिलक सोभा-सारु। मनहुँ केतुके मकर, चाप-सर गयो, बिसारि भयो मोहित मारु॥ ४ ॥ निगम-सेष, सारद, सुक, संकर, बरनत रूप न पावत पारु। तुलसिदास कहै, कहौ, धौं कौन बिधि अति लघुमति जड़ कूर गवारु॥ ५ ॥
Behold how beautifully Rāghava's face shines! It cannot be described; merely seeing it gives delight. Is it a face, or the adornment of Beauty embodied as a noble woman? (1) His chin is lovely, his teeth shine beyond compare, and his lips are red; behold the whiteness of his smile. It is as though a moonbeam wishes to dwell within a lotus, yet—unable to decide—appears and hides again and again. (2) His graceful nose is like a lovely parrot's beak; beholding it, the heart is struck with boundless wonder. Wise heart, delight in his exquisite cheeks and gentle, captivating speech, and offer yourself completely. (3) His lotus eyes, curling hair, earrings, brows, and tilaka on the beautiful forehead are the essence of splendor. It is as though Love, enchanted by him, departed after forgetting the makaras of his banner, his bow, and his arrows. (4) Veda, Śeṣa, Śāradā, Śuka, and Śiva find no end while describing his form. Tulsīdāsa asks: how then could I—small-minded, foolish, hard-hearted, and rustic—tell it? (5)