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शीत ऊष्ण मानापमान सम तोष शान्ति घर । जननि जनक हित बंधु मोर गुरु बचन शीश पर ॥५॥ ॥ चंचरीक छन्द ॥ सुनु श्रुति आभरन भक्ति भरे ॥ पिय यश मलिते मन मले दलिते प्रेम छलिक छहरे । नमित दुकूले हरि अनुकूले शीलभ जरित जरे ॥ जावक रागे योग विरागे नूपुर शब्द ररे । कृत मंजीरे रव गंभीरे धीमति भरित धरे ॥१॥ बलय छमा सुज्ञान मनि सविज्ञान सुकंकन करे । नामपि हारे भावति भारे सूरति सूत्र लरे ॥ हरिजन विजने सुमन पुनि बने बेसरि तुरिल हरे । सद सत संगे अंबक रंगे चाह रूप रंग बरे ॥२॥ तोषानन्दं तिलकलविन्दं मांगपि गुननि भरे । पन परि कृत से सोध समृत से चर्चित तन सगरे ॥ छवि निधि पूरे कवि कुल दूरे दायति सजित परे । रामचरण जन जड़ हट छवि पन ज्यों शिशु शशिहि अरे ॥३॥ ॥ दुर्मिला छन्द ॥ सत संगन चाह चहूँ फल वाहन दाह दहै यश मान मई । सुख अंड कटाह अगाह घटा पट फटि गयो हरि दृष्टि भई ॥ छल छोम छई मद लोभ लई मन की कलई मल दूर गई । चलु रामचरण देहि संगति मैं जहाँ राम कथा नित होत नई ॥१॥
Fresh English translation
Realized knowledge makes heat and cold, honor and insult equal; contentment and peace become its home, while the guru's word rests upon its head as mother, father, friend and kinsman. In cañcarīka meter, the Lord tells Śruti to hear how devotion is filled with ornaments. The Beloved's fame crushes the mind's impurity; love flashes forth. Draped in humility and favorable to Hari, she burns with character's fire. The red dye of longing and the dispassion of yoga color her; anklets sound, cymbals give a deep resonance, and steadfast intelligence fills her. Forgiveness is her bracelet, true knowledge her jewel, and realization her splendid bangle. The Name is her necklace, devotion her weighty adornment, and remembrance the thread upon which it is strung. In the solitude of Hari's devotees she becomes a flower; her nose-ring removes the triple affliction. Constant holy company colors her eyes and chooses for them the color of longing's form. Contentment and bliss become her tilaka, virtues fill the parting of her hair, purification and remembered wisdom anoint her entire body. Replete with a treasury of beauty and beyond the reach of poetic clans, the beloved stands adorned. Rāmacaraṇa says the stubborn ignorant person contests such beauty like a child reaching for the moon. In durmilā meter, longing for holy company burns the four goals, vehicles, pride and reputation. The shell of the vast cosmic egg breaks when Hari's glance falls. Deception, agitation, pride and greed depart; the mind's grime and stain are gone. 'Come, Rāmacaraṇa—grant me company where Rāma's story is ever new.'