These four chhands are the famous hymn of the birth. The compassionate Lord appears for Kausalya's good. She gazes in joy at His wondrous form: dark as a rain-cloud, lovely eyes, four arms bearing His weapons, the vanamala on His chest. With joined palms she asks how she can praise the Infinite, beyond maya and the gunas, on each of whose hairs hang countless worlds, yet who lay in her womb. The Lord smiles and tells her the earlier katha so she may love Him as a son. Her mind turns; she asks Him to leave this form and play as a child, and He at once cries like a newborn.
ब्रह्मांड निकाया, निर्मित-माया, रोम रोम प्रति, बेद कहै । मम उर सो बासी, यह उपहासी, सुनत धीर मति, थिर न रहै ॥ उपजा जब ज्ञाना, प्रभु मुसकाना, चरित बहुत बिधि, कीन्ह चहै । कहि कथा सुहाई, मातु बुझाई, जेहि प्रकार सुत, प्रेम लहै ॥
brahmāṃḍa nikāyā, nirmita-māyā, roma roma prati, beda kahai | mama ura so bāsī, yaha upahāsī, sunata dhīra mati, thira na rahai || upajā jaba jñānā, prabhu musakānā, carita bahuta bidhi, kīnha cahai | kahi kathā suhāī, mātu bujhāī, jehi prakāra suta, prema lahai ||
माता पुनि बोली, सो मति डौली, तजहु तात यह रूपा । कीजिय सिसुलीला, अति प्रिय-सोला, यह सुख परम अनूपा ॥ सुनि बचन सुजाना, रोदन ठाना, होइ बालक सुर-भूपा । यह चरित जे गावहिँ, हरि पद पावहिँ, ते न परहिँ भव-कूपा ॥
mātā puni bolī, so mati ḍaulī, tajahu tāta yaha rūpā | kījiya sisulīlā, ati priya-solā, yaha sukha parama anūpā || suni bacana sujānā, rodana ṭhānā, hoi bālaka sura-bhūpā | yaha carita je gāvahim̐, hari pada pāvahim̐, te na parahim̐ bhava-kūpā ||