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Having cleansed the mirror of my soul
with the dust
of the guru's lotus feet,
I describe Raghuvara's spotless glory,
the bestower of life's four fruits.
Realizing
that I am void of all wisdom,
I meditate on the Son of the Wind;
May he bless me with strength, wisdom and knowledge
and rid me of my sufferings and sins.
Glory to you, O Hanuman, ocean of all knowledge and virtue!
Glory to the
Monkey Lord, enlightener of the worlds triple;
You are Rama's envoy, abode of might incomparable,
Anjani's son called
Pavansuta.
You are mighty valiant, radiant as the thunderbolt,
banisher of wickedness, of the wise befriender,
Golden-hued
and brilliant and charmingly bedecked,
with pendants sparkling in your ears, on the head curly hair.
In your
hands flash the thunderbolt and banner
and across your shoulder the scared thread of munja.
O Shankara's son, the
delight of Keshari,
the greatness of your glory is adored all the world over.
Learned, accomplished and exceedingly
wise,
ever eager to carry out Rama's behests;
You delight in listening to the Lord's ambrosial acts,
with Rama,
Lakshmana and Sita dwelling in your heart.
You appeared before Sita in a subtle form,
burnt Lanka in a form awesome
to behold;
You slew the demons by assuming a gigantic form
and thus accomplished Rama's mission all.
You brought
the life-giving herb and Lakshmana to life;
Joyously then Rama clasped you to his bosom
And your praises sang.
'You're as dear to me as Bharata,'he said.
'The thousand-headed Serpant hymns your glory!'
So saying, Sita's
lord embraces you fondly.
'Sanaka, his brothers, Brahma and other high sages,
Narada, Sharada and the Serpant King,
'Yama,
Kubera and all the guardians of the directions,
poets and scholars cannot your glory sing
You rendered great service
to Sugriva;
having brought him to Rama crowned him king.
Vibhishana heeded your advice
and became Lanka's
lord which the whole world knows.
Considering him to be a sweet fruit, you swallowed the sun
from a distance of sixteen
thousand miles;
No wonder you leapt across the ocean,
carrying the Lord's ring in your mouth.
All the tasks
of the world, however difficult,
by your favor are rendered easily possible.
You're the sentinel posted at Rama's
gate
which none can enter unless you let him in.
He who seeks refuge in you enjoys all bliss
and with you as
protector experiences no fear;
Your blazing splendor you alone control,
and your deafening roar causes tremor
in all the three spheres;
When your name Mahavira is incessantly repeated
ghosts and goblins come not near.
Constant
repetition of your name, valiant Hanuman,
destroys all illness, all suffering dispels.
If one meditates on him with
thought, word and deed,
Hanuman rids one of every calamity.
Though Rama himself is a supreme ascetic, lord of
all,
yet you, Hanuman, fulfilled all his missions successfully
Whoever expresses a longing to you
is rewarded
with countless fruits of life.
Your glory is famed through all the four ages,
shedding its lustre on the terrestrial
sphere.
You're the protector of every saint and sage,
destroyer of the demons, and Rama's pet.
'Be thou the
bestower of the eight siddhis and the nine nidhis,'
such is the boon Mother Janaki bestowed.
You possess Rama - the
philosopher's stone -
and Raghupati's servant you ever remain.
By hymning your praises the aspirant attains
Rama
and forgets the sufferings of all transmigratory births
At last your votary goes to the city of Raghuvara,
where, taking birth, he is called Hari's devotee.
He who does not cherish any other god,
by serving Hanuman enjoys
all bliss.
If one constantly repeats the valiant Hanuman's name,
all calamities disappear all sufferings end.
Glory,
glory, all glory to the lord Hanuman!
Be gracious to me like my own guru.
He who recites this a hundred times
is freed from bondage and enjoys supreme bliss.
He who reads this Hanumanachalisa attains perfection,
to which
the Lord Shiva testifies
Says Tulasi, 'O'Lord! make my heart your dwelling-place,
you who are forever in Rama's service.
O
Son of the Wind, dispeller of all calamities,
the very embodiment of all blessings!
O king of the immortals, dwell
in my heart
with Lakshmana and Sita and Rama.
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