Also the letters ‘y’ and ‘j’ can be used interchangealby. The same goees for nasalized ‘n’ and ‘m’ which have been shown as nasalized ‘n’ sounds. ***Please note that this is a slightly simplified transliteration where certain subtle distinctions in the sounds from ‘s’ and ‘sh’ have been simplified from a strict sanskrit/devnagari transliteration. Son of the Wind, king of gods, banisher of sorrow and embodiment of blessings, dwell in my heart together with Ram, Lakshman, and Sita. Rāma lakhana sītā sahita hṛdaya basahu sura bhūpa Pavana tanaya saṅkaṭa harana maṅgala mūrati rūpa Says Tulsidas, Hari’s constant servant, “Lord, please make your home in my heart.” These who read this Hanuman Chalisa gains abilities and success, as Gauri’s Lord (Siva) bears witness. Whoever recites this 100 times is freed from bondage and enjoys bliss. There is no need to remember any other deity worshiping Hanuman one gains all happiness.Īll suffering and pain vanish when one remembers the brave Hanuman. Singing your praise, one finds Ram and the sorrows of lifetimes are left behind.Īt death one goes to Ram’s own abode, born as God’s devotee. You hold the elixir of Ram’s name and are forever his servant. You grant the eight powers and the nine treasures by the boon you received from Mother Janaki. You are the protector of saints and sages, the destroyer of demons, and the darling of Ram. Your splendor fills the four ages your glory lights up the world. One who brings any yearning to you obtains the four fruits of life. Hanuman releases from affliction those who remember him in thought, word and deed. Ghosts and goblins cannot come near, great hero, when your name is uttered.Īll disease and pain is eradicated by the constant repetition of your name. You alone can withstand your own splendor. Taking refuge in you, one finds complete contentment. You are the guardian at the door of Ram’s abode, no one enters without your leave. Holding the Lord’s ring in your mouth, it in no surprise you leapt over the ocean.Įvery arduous task in this world becomes easy by your grace. Vibhishana heeded your counsel and became the lord of Lanka as all the world knows.Įven though the sun is millions of miles away, you swallowed it, thinking it to be a sweet fruit. Introducing him to Lord Ram, you gave him kingship. Yama, Kubera, and the guardians of the quadrants, poets and scholars – none can express your glory. Sanak and the sages, gods, Brahma, great saints, Narada, Sharada, and king of the serpents, “Thousands of mouths sing your praise,” so saying, Sita’s Lord drew you to himself. Greatly did the Lord of Raghus praise you saying, “You are as dear to me as my brother Bharat.” Taking a dreadful form, you slaughtered the demons and completed Lord Ram’s mission.īringing the life-giving sajivana herb, you revived Lakshman, and Shri Ram joyfully embraced you. Ram, Lakshman, and Sita dwell in your heart.Īssuming a tiny form you appeared to Sita, and in awesome guise you burned Lanka. You delight in hearing of the Lord’s deeds. You are the supremely wise, virtuous, and clever. You are Siva’s incarnation and Kesari’s son – your glory is renowned throughout the world. In your hands shine mace and a banner a sacred thread of munja grass adorns your shoulder. Golden hued and splendidly adorned with heavy earrings and curly locks. Great hero, mighty as a thunderbolt, remover of negative thoughts and companion to the good. Ram’s emissary, abode of matchless power, Anjani’s son, named Son of the Wind. Hail to the Lord of the Monkeys, the illuminator of the three worlds. Glory to you Hanuman, ocean of wisdom and virtue. Hail to the refuge of the feet of Sita’s husband, Ramachandra. Please give me strength, intelligence, and wisdom and remove my suffering and impurities. I know I have no intelligence, I recall the Son of the Wind. Having polished the mirror of my heart with the dust from my Guru’s lotus feet, I sing the pure fame of the best of Raghus, which bestows the four fruits of life.īuddhihīna tanu jānike sumiraũ pavana kumārīala buddhi vidyā dehu mohĩ harahu kalesha bikār Shrī guru charaṇ saroja raja nija mana mukura sudhāriīaraṇau raghubara bimala jasu jo dāyaka phala chāri Son of the Wind, embodiment of blessings and joy, you destroy the root of all that is inauspicious. (from Prayers of Love book from Kainchi Temple)