राग धनाश्री मन! माधवको नेकु निहारहि। सुनु सठ, सदा रंकके धन ज्यों, छिन-छिन प्रभुहिं सँभारहि॥ १॥ सोभा-सील-ग्यान-गुन-मंदिर, सुंदर परम उदारहि। रंजन संत, अखिल अघ-गंजन, भंजन बिषय-बिकारहि॥ २॥ जो बिनु जोग-जग्य-ब्रत-संयम गयो चहै भव-पारहि। तौ जनि तुलसिदास निसि-बासर हरि-पद-कमल बिसारहि॥ ३॥
Rāga Dhanāśrī Mind, look upon Madhava for a moment. Listen, fool: treasure the Lord at every instant, as a pauper treasures his wealth. (1) He is the dwelling of beauty, character, knowledge, and virtue—beautiful and supremely generous; the delight of saints, destroyer of every sin, and breaker of the disorders of sense-objects. (2) If you wish to cross beyond becoming without yoga, sacrifice, vows, or restraint, then, Tulsidas, do not forget Hari’s lotus feet by night or day. (3)