Shri Rama, Dasharatha’s son of beautiful charm,

Though off You go, may there be no harm.

May victory in Your efforts you gain,

So that upon return glorious will be Your fame.

May no harm come upon You in the forest,

You and Lakshmana by the sage be always blessed.

That You don’t suffer at all we pray,

While bathing let all of Your hair on head stay.

From the forest the Rakshasas do You chase,

For Your triumphant return we cannot wait.