श्रीरघुबीरकी यह बानि। नीचहू सों करत नेह सुप्रीति मन अनुमानि॥ १॥ परम अधम निषाद पाँवर, कौन ताकी कानि? लियो सो उर लाइ सुत ज्यों प्रेमको पहिचानि॥ २॥ गीध कौन दयालु, जो बिधि रच्यो हिंसा सानि? जनक ज्यों रघुनाथ ताकहँ दियो जल निज पानि॥ ३॥ प्रकृति-मलिन कुजाति सबरी सकल अवगुन-खानि। खात ताके दिये फल अति रुचि बखानि बखानि॥ ४॥ रजनिचर अरु रिपु बिभीषन सरन आयो जानि। भरत ज्यों उठि ताहि भेंटत देह-दसा भुलानि॥ ५॥ कौन सुभग सुसील बानर, जिनहिं सुमिरत हानि। किये ते सब सखा, पूजे भवन अपने आनि॥ ६॥ राम सहज कृपालु कोमल दीनहित दिनदानि। भजहि ऐसे प्रभुहि तुलसी कुटिल कपट न ठानि॥ ७॥
Such is Śrī Raghubīra’s way: discerning pure love in the heart, he shows affection even to the lowly. (1) The Niṣāda was utterly base and lowly—what standing did he have? Recognizing his love, Rama drew him to his heart like a son. (2) How was the vulture compassionate, when fate had created him steeped in violence? Raghunātha gave him water with his own hand as one would to a father. (3) Śabarī was impure by nature, lowborn, a mine of every fault; yet he ate the fruits she gave, repeatedly praising their delightful taste. (4) Knowing that Vibhīṣaṇa, a night-roamer and an enemy, had come for refuge, Rama rose and embraced him like Bharata, forgetting awareness of his own body. (5) Which monkeys were handsome and virtuous, when even remembering them was deemed harmful? Yet he made them all friends, brought them to his home, and honored them. (6) Rama is naturally compassionate and tender, benefactor of the poor and ever-generous. Tulsi, worship such a Lord without harboring crookedness or deceit. (7)