बारक बिलोकि बलि कीजे मोहिं आपनो। राय दशरथके तू उथपन-थापनो॥ १॥ साहिब सरनपाल सबल न दूसरो। तेरो नाम लेत ही सुखेत होत ऊसरो॥ २॥ बचन करम तेरे मेरे मन गड़े हैं। देखे सुने जाने मैं जहान जेते बड़े हैं॥ ३॥ कौन कियो समाधान सनमान सीलाको। भृगुनाथ सो रिषी जितैया कौन लीलाको॥ ४॥ मातु-पितु-बन्धु-हितु, लोक-बेदपाल को। बोलको अचल, नत करत निहाल को॥ ५॥ संग्रही सनेहबस अधम असाधुको। गीध सबरीको कहौ करिहै सराधु को॥ ६॥ निराधारको अधार, दीनको दयालु को। मीत कपि-केवट-रजनिचर-भालु को॥ ७॥ रंक, निरगुनी, नीच जितने निवाजे हैं। महाराज! सुजन-समाज ते बिराजे हैं॥ ८॥ साँची बिरुदावली न बढ़ि कहि गई है। सीलसिंधु! ढील तुलसीकी बेर भई है॥ ९॥
Look upon me just once—I am your sacrifice—and make me your own. O son of King Dasharatha, you replant those who have been uprooted. (1) There is no other mighty master who protects those seeking refuge. At the mere taking of your name, wasteland becomes a fertile field. (2) Your words and deeds are fixed deep in my mind; I have seen, heard of, and understood all those regarded as great in the world. (3) Who brought relief and honor to the stone? Who playfully conquered a sage such as Bhrigu’s lord? (4) Who upheld worldly and Vedic duty for mother, father, brother, and loved ones? Who stands immovable by his word, and makes the one who bows wholly blessed? (5) Who, compelled by love, gathered in the lowly and the wicked? Tell me, who would perform the funeral rite for the vulture and for Shabari? (6) Who is the support of the unsupported, the compassionate one for the poor? Who is friend to monkey, boatman, night-roamer, and bear? (7) All the paupers, virtue-less, and lowly whom you favored, Maharaj, now sit honored in the company of the good. (8) This true litany of your renown has been spoken without exaggeration. Ocean of gracious character, why has there been delay when Tulsi’s turn has come? (9)