राग जैतश्री मन इतनोई या तनुको परम फलु। सब अँग सुभग बिंदुमाधव-छबि, तजि सुभाव, अवलोकु एक पलु॥ १॥ तरुन अरुन अंभोज चरन मृदु, नख-दुति हृदय-तिमिर-हारी। कुलिस-केतु-जव-जलज रेख बर, अंकुस मन-गज-बसकारी॥ २॥ कनक-जटित मनि नूपुर, मेखल, कटि-तट रटति मधुर बानी। त्रिबली उदर, गँभीर नाभि सर, जहँ उपजे बिरंचि ग्यानी॥ ३॥ उर बनमाल, पदिक अति सोभित, बिप्र-चरन चित कहे करषै। स्याम तामरस-दाम-बरन बपु पीत बसन सोभा बरषै॥ ४॥ कर कंकन केयूर मनोहर, देति मोद मुद्रिक न्यारी। गदा कंज दर चारु चक्रधर, नाग-सुंड-सम भुज चारी॥ ५॥ कंबुग्रीव, छबिसीव चिबुक द्विज, अधर अरुन, उन्नत नासा। नव राजीव नयन, ससि आनन, सेवक-सुखद बिसद हासा॥ ६॥ रुचिर कपोल, श्रवन कुंडल, सिर मुकुट, सुतिलक भाल भ्राजै। ललित भृकुटि, सुंदर चितवनि, कच निरखि मधुप-अवली लाजै॥ ७॥ रूप-सील-गुन-खानि दच्छ दिसि, सिंधु-सुता रत-पद-सेवा। जाकी कृपा-कटाच्छ चहत सिव, बिधि, मुनि, मनुज, दनुज, देवा॥ ८॥ तुलसिदास भव-त्रास मिटै तब, जब मति येहि सरूप अटकै। नाहिंत दीन मलीन हीनसुख, कोटि जनम भ्रमि भ्रमि भटकै॥ ९॥
Raga Jaitashri—Mind, this alone is the supreme fruit of the body: abandon your restless habit and behold for one moment the beauty of Vindumadhava, lovely in every limb. (1) His tender feet are fresh red lotuses; the light of their nails removes the heart’s darkness. Fine lines of thunderbolt, banner, barley and lotus mark them, and the goad-mark subdues the elephant of the mind. (2) Golden, jewel-set anklets and the girdle at his waist ring with a sweet voice. Three folds cross his belly; his navel is a deep lake from which wise Brahma arose. (3) A forest garland and pendant shine greatly upon his breast, while the mark of the Brahmin’s foot draws the heart. His body has the color of a garland of dark lotuses, and yellow cloth showers beauty over it. (4) Bracelets and armlets charm his hands, and a singular ring gives delight. His four arms, like elephant trunks, beautifully bear mace, lotus, conch and discus. (5) His conch-like neck, chin and teeth are beauty’s boundary; lips are red and nose high. His eyes are fresh lotuses, face the moon, and clear smile a giver of joy to servants. (6) Lovely cheeks, earrings at his ears, crown upon his head, and a fine forehead-mark shine. His brows are graceful and glance beautiful; at the sight of his hair, rows of bees grow ashamed. (7) At his right, the ocean’s daughter—treasury of beauty, character and virtue—is absorbed in serving his feet. Shiva, Brahma, sages, humans, demons and gods all desire her gracious sidelong glance. (8) Tulsidas’s fear of becoming ends only when his understanding fastens upon this form. Otherwise, lowly, stained and bereft of joy, he will wander lost through millions of births. (9)