You alone can withstand your own splendor, the three worlds tremble at your roar.Taking refuge in you one finds all delight, those you protect know no fear.You are the guardian of Ram's door, none enters without your leave.Every arduous task in this world becomes easy by your grace.Holding the Lord's ring in your mouth it's no surprise you leapt the ocean.Though the sun is thousands of miles away, you swallowed it, thinking it a sweet fruit.Vibhishana heeded your counsel and became Lord of Lanka, as all the world knows.You rendered great service to Sugriva, presenting him to 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, Brahma, gods, and great saints, Narada, Sarasvati, and the king of serpents,."May the thousand-mouthed serpent sing your fame!" So saying, Shri's Lord drew you to Himself.Greatly did the Raghu Lord praise you - "Brother, you're as dear to me as Bharat!".Bringing the magic herb, you revived Lakshman, and Ram embraced you with delight.Taking dreadful form you slaughtered demons and completed Lord Ram's mission.Assuming tiny form you appeared to Sita, and in awesome guise you burned Lanka.You delight in hearing of the Lord's deeds, Ram, Lakshman, and Sita dwell in your heart.Supremely wise, virtuous, and clever, you are ever intent on Ram's work.You are Shiva's son and Kesari's joy, your glory is revered throughout the world.In your hands shine mace and 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 evil thoughts and companion to the good.
Ram's emissary, abode of matchless power, Anjani's son, named "Son of the Wind.".Victory to Hanuman, ocean of wisdom and virtue, Hail Lord of the monkeys, illuminator of the three worlds.Grant me strength, intelligence, and knowledge, and remove my suffering and impurities. Knowing this body to be devoid of intelligence, I recall Hanuman, the Son of the Wind. Having polished the mirror of my heart with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet, I describe the unblemished glory of the best of the Raghus, which bestows dharma (righteousness), artha (prosperity), kaama (pleasure) & Moksha (liberation). Rāma lakhan sītā sahita hridaya basahu sura bhūpa॥
Pavantanaya sankata harana mangala mūrati rūpa। Shrīguru charana saroja raja nija mana mukuru sudhāri।īaranau raghubara bimala jasu jo dāyaku phala chāri॥īuddhihīna tanu jānikai sumirau pavanakumāra।īala budhi bidyā dehu mohi harahu kalesa bikāra॥