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—शरणागत गयो विकल विभीषण, दिए अभय आनियारे। मारि अनुज सुत सकुल दशानन, तीन लोक दुख टारे॥ कलि श्रीधर खरसूरि कविरादिक, संकट तें किय न्यारे। तई राम रसरङ्गमणी के पालक, प्राण अधारे॥७९॥ एक पत्नी, एक नाम सुगतिप्रद, एक संधान-शत्रु शोषक झर। एक बेर काहि शरण तरण भव, एक बेर अवलोके गे डर॥ एकहिं मौज धनेश इन्द्र सम, बहुरि कबहुँ नहिं भटकत घर घर। अग्रे स्वामि एके भजिवे को, कोशलराय परम करुणाकर॥८०॥ श्रीरामाग्रदासाय नमः॥ पायन को पेखि ऐने नखन परेखि, युग जघा जानु जोहि लाग्यो छक ललचायके। नाभी में नहाय आयो उर में उरायन सों, भेंटि भुजदण्ड गह्यो ग्रीवा गुण गायके॥ चाहि के चिबुक को निवाक रसरङ्गमणी, बदन बिलोकि भयो बिबस बनायके। लोचन निहारि रामचन्द्रजू के मेरो मन जकरिगो जुलुफ-जंजीरन में जायके॥८१॥ पदकंज परसि परागते पुनीत भयो, जोहि नखजोति जाय नूपुर में कासेगो। उरू अवलोकि कटि किंकिनी सुपीतपट, ताकि त्रिवली को नामि सुधासर धँसेगो॥ कटि के उदर उर बाहु रसरङ्गमणी भेंटि, ग्रीवा भूषन चिबुक-बिन्दु वसेगो। चिते चित्त मेरो रघुनन्दन बदनचन्द, चाहत चलन मन्द हाँसी फाँसी फँसेगो॥८२॥ कृपासिंधु दीनबंधु मेरे स्वामी सीताराम, काल कर्म गुणन सों अब न हटाइए। सतगुरु मंत्र दिए रावरे, शरण किए रावरो कहाऊँ, तैसो ठाटहू उठाइए॥ मन की मलीनता, विषय-वारि मीनता निवारि, झीनी वासना कुकल्पना मिटाइए। मागे रसरङ्गमणी चरणसरोज—
Fresh English translation
The song continues: the terrified Vibhīṣaṇa came as a refugee and received fearlessness. Rāma killed Rāvaṇa, his brother, son, and clan, removing the sorrow of the three worlds. In Kali he delivered Śrīdhara, Kharasūri, poets, and others from calamity. That Rāma is Rasaraṅgamaṇi’s protector and the support of his life. Rāma has one wife and one name that grants the blessed path; a single arrow dries up the enemy. One cry of refuge carries a person across existence, and one glance drives away fear. By a single favour he makes a pauper equal to Kubera and Indra, never again wandering door to door. Therefore worship one master alone: the supremely compassionate king of Kosala. Bowing to Śrī Rāmāgradāsa, the poet contemplates Rāma limb by limb. Seeing the feet and bright nails, he longs and grows intoxicated; his gaze travels over the paired thighs, bathes in the navel, rises to the breast, embraces the mighty arms, and reaches the neck while singing their virtues. He gazes at the chin and face until helpless with beauty, and his mind becomes bound in the chains of Rāmacandra’s curling locks. Touching the lotus feet, he is purified by their pollen; he follows the nail-light flashing against the anklets, beholds the thighs, waist-bells, and yellow garment, bows at the triple folds and plunges into their nectar-lake. His attention ascends waist, belly, breast, arms, neck-ornaments, and beauty-spot upon the chin, then is caught in the noose of Raghunandana’s gentle smile. Finally he appeals to Sītā-Rāma, ocean of mercy and friend of the lowly: do not cast him back among time, action, and material qualities. The true guru has given their mantra and made him their refugee; they should uphold the dignity of one who bears their name. Remove the mind’s impurity, its fish-like immersion in the waters of sense-objects, its subtle desires and false imaginings. His final request at their lotus feet continues on the next leaf.