राग गौरी राम कहत चलु, राम कहत चलु, राम कहत चलु भाई रे। नाहिं तौ भव-बेगारि महँ परिहै, छुटत अति कठिनाई रे॥ १॥ बाँस पुरान साज सब अठकठ, सरल तिकोन खटोला रे। हमहिं दिहल करि कुटिल करमचँदा मंद मोल बिनु डोला रे॥ २॥ विषम कहार मार-मद-माते चलहि न पाउँ बटोरा रे। मंद बिलंद अभेरा दलकन पाइय दुख झकझोरा रे॥ ३॥ काँट कुराय लपेटन लोटन ठावहि ठाँव बझाऊ रे। जस जस चलिय दूरि तस तस निज बास न भेंट लगाऊ रे॥ ४॥ मारग अगम, संग नहिं संबल, नाउँ गाँवकर भूला रे। तुलसिदास भव त्रास हरहु अब, होहु राम अनुकूला रे॥ ५॥
Raga Gauri Walk repeating Rama, walk repeating Rama, walk repeating Rama, brother. Otherwise you will be seized for the forced labor of becoming, from which release is exceedingly difficult. (1) Its bamboo is old and all its fittings misshapen: a straight, three-cornered litter. Crooked Karamchand has given us this wretched, worthless sedan without payment. (2) Its mismatched bearers, intoxicated with the pride of passion, do not walk with their feet together; high and low, uneven and jolting, they give the misery of knocks and shocks. (3) Thorns and pebbles, entangling vines and rolling—the litter catches at place after place. The farther one travels, the farther one’s own home recedes from meeting. (4) The road is inaccessible, there is no provision for the journey, and I have forgotten even my village’s name. Rama, be favorable now and remove Tulsidas’s fear of becoming. (5)