Shree Hanuman Chalisa

Doha

 

Sri Guru Charan Saroja Raja,

Nij man mukur sudhari,

Baranau raghubar bimal jasu,

Jo dayaku phala chari.

 

Buddhiheen tanu janike,

sumirau pavankumar

Bal buddhi vidya dehu mohi,

Harahu kales bikar.

 

Jai Hanuman gyan gun saagar

Jai kapis tihu lok ujagar

 

Ramdoot atulit bal dhama,

Anjani putra pavan sut nama

 

 Mahabir vikram bajarangi,

Kumati nivar sumati ke sangi.

 

  

Kanchan baran biraj subesa,

Kanan kundal kunchit kesa.

 

Hath Bajra aurdhvaja virajai,

Kandhe munj janeu sajai.

 

Sankar suvarna kesarinandan,

Teja pratap maha jaga bandhan.

 

Vidyavana guni ati chatur,

Ram kaj karibe ko aatur.

 

Prabhu charitra sunibe ko rasiya,

Ram lakhan sita mana basiya.

 

Sukshma roop dhari siyahi dikhava,

Vikat roop dhari lanka jarava

 

Bhim Roop Dhari Asur Samhare,

Ramchandra ke kaaj savare.

 

Laya sajivan lakhan jiyaye,

Sri raghubir harashi ur laye.

 

Raghupati kinhi bahut badai,

Tum mam priya bharat hi sam bhai.

 

Sahas badan tumharo jas gavai,

As kahi sripati kand lagavai.

 

Sanakadik brahmadi Munisa,

Narad sarad sahit ahisa.

 

Yama kuber digapal jaha te,

kavi kovid kahi sakai, kaha te.

 

Tum upkar sugrivahi kinha,

Ram milay rajpad dinha.

 

Tumharo mantra vibhisan mana,

Lankeswar bhaye sab jag jana.

 

Yug sahastra yojan par bhanu,

Lilyo tahi madhur phal janu.

 

Prabhu mudrika meli mukh mahi,

Jaladhi ladhi gaye acharaj nahi.

 

 

Having cleansed the mirror of my mind with the dust of the lotus feet of Sri Gurudev, I now proceed to describe the untarnished glory of Sri Rama, the most excellent of the Raghus, which bestows the four fruits namely Dharma, Artha, Kama and Moksha.

 

Realizing the inadequacy of my intellect, I meditate on you, Oh! Hanuman, the son of the wind God; grant me strength, intelligence and true knowledge, and remove all my afflictions and blemishes.

 

Victory to you O Hanuman, the ocean of wisdom and virtue.  Victory to you O Hanuman, the lord of the monkeys, and the enlightened of the three worlds.

 

You are the messenger of Sri Rama, abode of immeasurable strength, and son of Anjana, are also known as Pavanasutra, son of the Wind God.

 

You are a great hero of exceptional valor with a body as strong as the thunderbolt.  You are the dispeller of the wicked thoughts and a companion of good sense and wisdom.

 

You are of golden color and you wear fine clothes.  You wear shining ear-rings and have beautiful curly hair.

 

You have the thunderbolt and flag in hand, whilst the sacred thread across your shoulder is made of sacred grass.

 

You are an incarnation of Lord Shiva and son of Kesari, and you are adored by the whole world on account of your radiance and courage.

 

You are learned, virtuous and extremely intelligent and you are always eager to do the work of Sri Rama.

 

You delight in listening to the glories of God and you have Rama, Lakshmana and Sita residing in your heart.

 

You assumed a subtle form when you revealed yourself to Sita; and by assuming an awesome form you burnt the City of Lanka.

 

Then you assumed a gigantic form and destroyed the demons, thereby accomplishing the mission of Sri Rama

 

When you brought the life giving medicinal herb (sanjivini) and revived Lakshmana, Sri Rama embraced you joyfully.

 

Sri Rama extolled you greatly and declared you to be as dear to him as his brother Bharata.

 

Taking you into his embrace, Sri Rama stated that even Seshnag, the thousand headed serpant, sings your glory.

 

The sages (Sanaka, Santana, Sanandana and Sanat Kumara, Brahma and the other Gods, Shiva, Narada and Seshnag) praise you all the time.

 

Yama, the god of death, Kubera, the god of wealth, Digpalas, the guardian deities, poets and scholars have all failed to describe your glory adequately.

 

You rendered an invaluable service to Sugriva by introducing him to Sri Rama and restoring him to the throne.

 

The whole world knows that Vibhisana heeded your advice and became Lord of Lanka.

 

You swallowed the sun from a distance of sixteen thousand miles, considering it to be a sweet fruit.

 

Carrying Sri Rama’s ring in your mouth, you crossed the ocean, there is no wonder in that (because of your previous deeds.)