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In plain words
While Your own brothers served You, while all the people worshipped You and were happy, while Brahmā, Śiva and all the gods sang Your praise, You ruled Ayodhyā in joy: Rāma, Rāma!
Rāma, Rāma of the Kodaṇḍa bow; Rāma, Rāma crowned king; Rāma, Rāma the bridegroom; O Rāghava... Rāma, Lord of Sītā; Rāma, You alone are my refuge; Rāma, I have bowed to You; Rāma, I am in Your hands. Rāma! Rāma, who is there to stand by me? Rāma, look at me from the corner of Your eye; Rāma, I am Yours; Rāma, speak with me. Rāma! Rāma, one word of Yours; Rāma, a bundle for me; Rāma, Your song is the only song; Rāma, Your path is the only path. Rāma! Rāma, the Name alone is best; Rāma, thinking of You is enough...