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The women grow faint with love, like the chakavi at dusk when she must part from her mate. At the touch of those soft, rosy feet the earth shrinks back just as our hearts do. If the Lord of the world gave them the forest, why did he not make the road of flowers? Friend, if we could have a boon from the Creator, we would keep them in our eyes. Those who missed them anxiously ask how far they have gone. Those who are able run, see them, and return glad, having gained the fruit of their birth. The weak, children and the old wring their hands. Wherever Rama goes, people are overcome by love like this.
नारि सनेह बिकल बस होहीँ । चकई साँझ समय जनु सोहीं ॥
मृदु पद-कमल कठिन मग जानी । गहबरि हृदयँ कहहिँ बर बानी ॥
nāri saneha bikala basa hohīm̐ | cakaī sām̐jha samaya janu sohīṃ ||
mṛdu pada-kamala kaṭhina maga jānī | gahabari hṛdayam̐ kahahim̐ bara bānī ||
परसत मृदुल-चरन अरुनारे । सकुचति महि जिमि हृदय हमारे ॥
जौँ जगदीस इन्हहि बन दीन्हा । कस न सुमन-मयमारग कीन्हा ॥
parasata mṛdula-carana arunāre | sakucati mahi jimi hṛdaya hamāre ||
jaum̐ jagadīsa inhahi bana dīnhā | kasa na sumana-mayamāraga kīnhā ||
जौँ माँगा पाइअ बिधि पाहीँ । ये रखिअहिं सखि आँखिन्ह माहीँ ॥
जे नर नारि न अवसर आये । तिन्ह सिय राम न देखन पाये ॥
jaum̐ mām̐gā pāia bidhi pāhīm̐ | ye rakhiahiṃ sakhi ām̐khinha māhīm̐ ||
je nara nāri na avasara āye | tinha siya rāma na dekhana pāye ||
सुनि सुरूप बूझहिँ अकुलाई । अब लगि गये कहाँ लगि भाई ॥
समरथ धाइ बिलोकहिँ जाई । प्रमुदित फिरहिँ जनम फल पाई ॥
suni surūpa būjhahim̐ akulāī | aba lagi gaye kahām̐ lagi bhāī ||
samaratha dhāi bilokahim̐ jāī | pramudita phirahim̐ janama phala pāī ||
अबला-बालक-बृद्ध जन, कर मीजहिं पछिताहिँ ।
होहिँ प्रेम-बस लोग इमि, राम जहाँ जहँ जाहिँ ॥
abalā-bālaka-bṛddha jana, kara mījahiṃ pachitāhim̐ |
hohim̐ prema-basa loga imi, rāma jahām̐ jaham̐ jāhim̐ ||
Text source: Wikisource · Public domain (Tulsidas, 16th c.; 1925 edition, Wikisource PD-1996 tag); transcription CC BY-SA 4.0
