काहेको फिरत मन, करत बहु जतन, मिटै न दुख बिमुख रघुकुल-बीर। कीजै जो कोटि उपाइ, त्रिबिध ताप न जाइ, कह्यो जो भुज उठाय मुनिबर कीर॥ १॥ सहज टेव बिसारि तुही धौं देखु बिचारि, मिलै न मथत बारि घृत बिनु छीर। समुझि तजहि भ्रम, भजहि पद-जुगम, सेवत सुगम, गुन गहन गँभीर॥ २॥ आगम निगम ग्रंथ, रिषि-मुनि, सुर-संत, सब ही को एक मत सुनु, मतिधीर। तुलसिदास प्रभु बिनु पियास मरै पसु, जद्यपि है निकट सुरसरि-तीर॥ ३॥
Why do you wander, mind, making so many efforts? Turned away from the Hero of Raghu’s line, grief will not end. Though ten million remedies be tried, the three afflictions will not depart—so the excellent sage Shuka declared with arm upraised. (1) Abandon your habitual tendency and consider for yourself: churning water yields no ghee without milk. Understand, forsake delusion, and worship the paired feet, easy to attain through service and a deep, unfathomable forest of virtues. (2) Agamas, Vedas, scriptures, seers, sages, gods, and saints all hold one view—hear it with steady understanding. Tulsidas, without a master an animal dies of thirst even though the Ganga’s bank is near. (3)