राग नट कैसे देउँ नाथहिं खोरि। काम-लोलुप भ्रमत मन हरि भगति परिहरि तोरि॥ १॥ बहुत प्रीति पुजाइबे पर, पूजिबे पर थोरि। देत सिख सिखयो न मानत, मूढ़ता असि मोरि॥ २॥ किये सहित सनेह जे अघ हृदय राखे चोरि। संग-बस किये सुभ सुनाये सकल लोक निहोरि॥ ३॥ करौं जो कछु धरौं सचि-पचि सुकृत-सिला बटोरि। पैठि उर बरबस दयानिधि दंभ लेत अँजोरि॥ ४॥ लोभ मनहिं नचाव कपि ज्यों गरे आसा-डोरि। बात कहौं बनाइ बुध ज्यों, बर बिराग निचोरि॥ ५॥ एतेहुँ पर तुम्हरो कहावत, लाज अँचई घोरि। निलजता पर रीझि रघुबर, देहु तुलसिहिं छोरि॥ ६॥
Rāga Naṭa How can I blame the Lord? Greedy for desires, my mind wanders after abandoning and breaking away from devotion to you, Hari. (1) I have great love for being worshiped but little for worshiping you. I teach others but do not accept teaching myself—such is my folly. (2) The sins I committed with affection I keep hidden in my heart; good deeds done through company’s influence I recount to the whole world, entreating it to listen. (3) Whatever little good I do, I gather and store like scattered grains of merit; but, treasury of compassion, hypocrisy forcibly enters my heart and carries it into the light. (4) Greed makes my mind dance like a monkey with the cord of hope around its neck, while I fashion speeches like a learned man, extracting the essence of lofty dispassion. (5) Even so, I am called yours; I have dissolved shame and drunk it down. Raghubara, be pleased with this very shamelessness and cut Tulsi free. (6)