I feel, great lord, thy gentle eye My earthly spirit purify, And I, brave tamer of thy foes, Shall through thy grace in bliss repose. Thy feet by Chitrakúṭa strayed When those great saints whom I obeyed, In dazzling chariots bright of hue, Hence to their heavenly mansions flew.

In plain words: Shabari tells Rama that his kind look makes her soul pure and that through his grace she will find bliss. She says her teachers, the sages, went up to heaven in shining chariots back when Rama was living at Chitrakuta mountain.