पवित्रं चरित्रं विचित्रं त्वदीयंनरा ये स्मरन्त्यन्वहं रामचन्द्र ।भवन्तं भवान्तं भरन्तं भजन्तोलभन्ते कृतान्तं न पश्यन्त्यतोऽन्ते ॥ १७ ॥
In plain words
O Rāmacandra — there are people who remember your story every single day, that pure and wondrous and many-coloured story of yours. They worship you: you who are the ending of birth-and-death, you who hold everything up. And they reach you. So when the end comes, Death never even comes into view.
Close to the Sanskrit
Pure, wondrous, and manifold is that story of yours which men, O Rāmacandra, remember day after day; worshipping you — you who are the end of becoming, you who sustain all — they obtain you, and therefore at the end they do not see Kṛtānta, Death.