Original · Devanagari
—दास कबीरहि पावक नीर गजादिहुँ ते प्रभु लीन बचाई । जौन सों कौन रहा जग वाम ‘हराम’ कहे पर राम मिलाई । राम कृपाल कृपा करि लीजिय त्यों रसरङ्गमणी अपनाई ॥८॥ इति श्रीरामकृपा-प्रार्थनाष्टकम् समाप्तम् ॥ अथ श्रीरामायण रसरङ्गविलासम् । श्रीमते रामभक्ताय सुकविवंशावतंसाय सकलकलिकलुषविध्वंसिने गोस्वामिने तुलसीदासाय नमः ॥ (कवित्त) आज महामङ्गल अवधेश महाराज द्वार बाजत नगारे भारे सुख की उमङ्ग सों । प्रगटे कुमार चार रूप गुण पारावार शोभा के अगार प्यारे गोरे श्याम अङ्ग सों ॥ बन्दी जस गावें देव फूल बरसावें नाना दान द्विज पावें देत भूप मन दङ्ग सों । अम्बन की गोद लाल मोद के कदम्ब सो हैं जो हैं रसरङ्गमणी रङ्ग रामरङ्ग सों ॥१॥ अथ बाललीला विलास । ललित ललित राम भरत मृदु श्यामल हैं ललित सु गौर लछिमन शत्रुघ्नलाल हैं । लालित ललित पट भूषण ललित बान धनुहीं ललित बाहु लोचन विशाल हैं ॥ ललित सखासमाज संग रसरङ्गमणी बोलत बिलोकत चलें लालित चाल हैं । ललित ललित अवधेश औ अवधवासी ललित लालित विहरत चारो लाल हैं ॥२॥ अथ मृगया लीला विलास । हरे हरे वसन विभूषण किरीट धारे हरे हरे चाप बान करन सुधारते । हरे हरे साज साजे बाजिन पै राजे मंजु हरे हरे हँसत अम्बा अवधेशजू निहारते । सरयू सुकूलवन सखन समेत कलि चारों सुकुमार चले आवत सिकारते—
Fresh English translation
—and you rescued the servant Kabīr from fire and water, as you did the elephant and others. Which of the lowliest has remained in this contrary world? Even one who uttered ‘harām’ was joined to Rāma. Compassionate Rāma, show grace and likewise accept Rasarangamaṇi. Thus ends the octet of prayer for Śrī Rāma’s grace. Now begins the Rāmāyaṇa’s play of rasa. Homage to the illustrious devotee of Rāma, crown of the lineage of good poets, destroyer of every stain of Kali, Gosvāmī Tulasīdāsa. Today supreme auspiciousness fills King Daśaratha’s gate: great drums sound amid surging joy. Four princes have appeared, oceans of form and virtue, abodes of beauty, beloved ones with fair and dark limbs. Bards sing their fame, gods rain down flowers, Brahmins receive many gifts, and the king gives with an enraptured heart. In their mothers’ laps the boys are clusters of delight, coloured, says Rasarangamaṇi, with Rāma’s own colour. Now the sport of childhood. Lovely Rāma and Bharata are tender and dark; lovely Lakṣmaṇa and Śatrughna are beautifully fair. Cherished in lovely cloth and ornaments, with lovely arrows and bows, they have graceful arms and vast eyes. Amid a graceful circle of companions, says Rasarangamaṇi, their speech, glances, and gait are charming. Lovely are Ayodhyā’s lord and people, lovingly watching all four boys at play. Now the sport of the hunt. Wearing green garments, ornaments, and crowns, they ready their green bows and arrows. Mounted splendidly on richly caparisoned horses, they smile sweetly while their mothers and the lord of Ayodhyā gaze upon them. With companions, the four tender princes set out toward the beautiful groves beside the Sarayū, hunting as they go—