मेरी न बने बनाये मेरे कोटि कलप लौं राम! रावरे बनाये बने पल पाउ मैं। निपट सयाने हौ कृपानिधान! कहा कहौं? लिये बेर बदलि अमोल मनि आउ मैं॥ १॥ मानस मलीन, करतब कलिमल पीन, जीह हू न जप्यो नाम, बक्यो आउ-बाउ मैं। कुपथ कुचाल चल्यो, भयो न भूलिहू भलो, बाल-दसा हू न खेल्यो खेलत सुदाउ मैं॥ २॥ देखा-देखी दंभ तें कि संग तें भई भलाई, प्रकटि जनाई, कियो दुरित-दुराउ मैं। राग रोष द्वेष पोषे, गोगन समेत मन इनकी भगति कीन्ही इनही को भाउ मैं॥ ३॥ आगिली-पाछिली, अबहूँकी अनुमान ही तें बूझियत गति, कछु कीन्हों तो न काउ मैं। जग कहै रामकी प्रतीति-प्रीति तुलसी हू, झूठे-साँचे आसरो साहब रघुराउ मैं॥ ४॥
My own efforts will not make me whole even in millions of aeons; but, Rāma, if you make me whole, I can become so in a quarter of a moment. Treasury of Compassion, you are utterly wise—what can I say? I traded away a priceless jewel for a jujube and brought the berry home. (1) My mind is defiled and my deeds are swollen with the filth of the Kali age. My tongue never chanted the Name; it only babbled nonsense. I walked crookedly on an evil road and never did good even by mistake; not even in childhood did I play the wholesome games natural to that age. (2) If some good arose through imitation, vanity, or another's company, I made it known, while concealing my evil. I nourished attachment, anger, and hatred, together with the mind and the host of senses; I worshiped these alone and cherished only them. (3) From what came before, what followed, and what is happening even now, my course can readily be inferred: what have I not done, and where have I not gone? The world says that even Tulsi has trust and love for Rāma; whether that is false or true, Lord Raghurāja is my refuge. (4)