:: D O H A ::
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.
:: H A N U M A N C H A L I S A ::
Glory to you, O Hanuman, ocean of all knowledge and virtue! Glory to the Monkey lord, enlightener of the triple worlds; you are Rama’s envoy 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 and curly hair on the head.
In your hands flash the thunderbolt and banner and across your shoulder the sacred 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 behest 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.
You brought the life-giving herb, which resuscitated Lakshmana; joyously then Rama clasped you to his bosom and praised you again and again. ‘You are as dear to me as Brahma’ he said.
The thousand-headed Serpent hymns your glory! So saying, Sita’s lord fondly embraces you. ‘So also Sanaka, his brothers, Brahma and the other high sages, Narada, Sarada and the Serpent king’.
Yama, Kubera and all the guardians of the directions, poets and scholars cannot sing your glory. You rendered great service to Sugriva when you brought him to Rama, who crowned him king and gave him sovereignty over Kishkindhaa.
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 two thousand yojnas.
No wonder you leapt across the ocean, carrying the Lord’s ring in your mouth. All the tasks of the world, however difficult are rendered easily possible by your favour.
You are the sentinel posted at Rama’s gate which none can enter unless you let him in. He who seeks refuge in you enjoys all blessings and with you as protector experiences no fear.
When you remember your blazing splendour (which you alone control) and roar aloud, your thunderous voice causes tremor in the three spheres; when your name Mahavira is incessantly repeated, ghosts and goblins dare not make their visitation
Constant repetition of your name, O valiant Hanuman, destroys all illness and dispels all suffering. If one meditates on you with thought, word and deed, you rid 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 are 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 on you. 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 but serves only Hanuman enjoys all bliss. If one constantly repeats the valiant Hanuman’s name, al calamities disappear and 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 Hanumanchalisa 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.’
:: D O H A ::
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 Rama, Lakshmana and Sita.
Sant Tulsidasji and Ashwinbhai Pathak of Amadavad.