राम राय! बिनु रावरे मेरे को हितु साँचो? स्वामी-सहित सबसों कहौं, सुनि-गुनि बिसेषि कोउ रेख दूसरी खाँचो॥ १॥ देह-जीव-जोगके सखा मृषा टाँचन टाँचो। किये बिचार सार कदलि ज्यों, मनि कनकसंग लघु लसत बीच बिच काँचो॥ २॥ ‘बिनय-पत्रिका’ दीनकी, बापु! आपु ही बाँचो। हिये हेरि तुलसी लिखी, सो सुभाय सही करि बहुरि पूँछिये पाँचो॥ ३॥
King Rāma, apart from you, who is my true well-wisher? I say this to everyone, including my master: let anyone who hears, reasons, and finds another greater than you draw a second line. (1) The friends produced by the conjunction of body and soul are sewn with false stitches. Examined carefully, their substance is like that of a banana tree; they are mere bits of glass that shine here and there beside jewel and gold. (2) Father, read this poor man's Vinaya Patrikā yourself. Tulsi wrote it after looking into his heart; first sign it in accordance with your own gracious nature, and only afterward ask the council. (3)