राग जैतश्री कछु ह्वै न आई गयो जनम जाय। अति दुरलभ तनु पाइ कपट तजि भजे न राम मन बचन-काय॥ १॥ लरिकाई बीती अचेत चित, चंचलता चौगुने चाय। जोबन-जुर जुबती कुपथ्य करि, भयो त्रिदोष भरि मदन बाय॥ २॥ मध्य बयस धन हेतु गँवाई, कृषी बनिज नाना उपाय। राम-बिमुख सुख लह्यो न सपनेहुँ, निसिबासर तयौ तिहुँ ताय॥ ३॥ सेये नहिं सीतापति-सेवक, साधु सुमति भलि भगति भाय। सुने न पुलकि तनु, कहे न मुदित मन किये जे चरित रघुबंसराय॥ ४॥ अब सोचत मनि बिनु भुअंग ज्यों, बिकल अंग दले जरा धाय। सिर धुनि-धुनि पछितात मींजि कर कोउ न मीत हित दुसह दाय॥ ५॥ जिन्ह लगि निज परलोक बिगारयो, ते लजात होत ठाढ़े ठाँय। तुलसी अजहुँ सुमिरि रघुनाथहिं, तर्यो गयँद जाके एक नाँय॥ ६॥
Rāga Jaitaśrī Nothing came of it; my life went away. Having obtained this exceedingly rare body, I did not abandon deceit and worship Rama with mind, speech, and body. (1) Childhood passed with the mind unaware, while restlessness grew fourfold. In the fever of youth I took a young woman as a harmful regimen, and the three humors filled with the wind of desire. (2) I squandered middle age for wealth, trying the many devices of farming and trade. Turned away from Rama, I found no happiness even in a dream and passed night and day in the three torments. (3) I did not serve the servants of Sita’s Lord—saints of sound understanding, noble devotion, and loving faith. Hearing the deeds of the Lord of Raghu’s line, my body did not thrill; recounting them, my mind did not rejoice. (4) Now I grieve like a serpent without its jewel: my limbs are helpless, crushed as old age rushes in. Beating my head, wringing my hands, I repent; no friend or well-wisher can bear this affliction for me. (5) Those for whose sake I ruined my own next world now stand ashamed in their places. Tulsidas, even now remember Raghunatha—an elephant was delivered by his single Name. (6)