Having polished the mirror of my heart with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet
I sing the pure fame of the best of Raghus, which bestows the four fruits of life.
I know that this body of mine has no intelligence, so I recall you, Son of the Wind
Grant me strength, wit and wisdom and remove my sorrows and shortcomings.
Oh Friend! Remember Hanuman!
Hail to Hanuman, the ocean of wisdom and virtue,
Hail Monkey Lord, illuminater of the three worlds.
You are Ram's emissary, and the abode of matchless power
Anjani's son, named the "Son of the Wind."
Great hero, you are as mighty as a thunderbolt,
You remove evil thoughts and are the companion of the good.
Golden hued and splendidly adorned
With heavy earrings and curly locks.
In your hands shine mace and a banner
And a sacred thread adorns your shoulder.
You are Shiva's son and Kesari's joy
And your glory is revered throughout the world.
You are the wisest of the wise, virtuous and clever
And ever intent on doing Ram's work.
You delight in hearing of the Lord's deeds,
Ram, Sita and Lakshman dwell in your heart.
Assuming a tiny form you appeared to Sita
And in an awesome form you burned Lanka.
Taking a dreadful form you slaughtered the demons
And completed
Lord Ram's mission.
Bringing the magic herb you revived Lakshman
And Ram embraced you with delight.
The Lord of the Raghus praised you greatly:
"Brother, you are dear to me as Bharat!"
"May the thousand-mouthed serpent sing your fame!"
So saying, Lakshmi's Lord drew you to Himself.
Sanak and the sages, Brahma, gods and the great saints,
Narada, Saraswati and the King of serpents,
Yama, Kubera and the guardians of the four quarters,
poets and scholars - none can express your glory.
You did great service for Sugriva,
Presenting him to Ram, you gave him the kingship.
Vibhishana heeded your counsel
And became the Lord of Lanka, as the whole world knows.
Though the sun is thousands of miles away,
You swallowed it, thinking it to be a sweet fruit.
Holding the Lord's ring in your mouth
It's no surprise that you leapt over the ocean.
Every difficult task in this world
Becomes easy by your grace.
You are the guardian at Ram's door,
No one enters without your leave.
Those who take refuge in you find all happiness
and those who you protect know no fear.
You alone can withstand your own splendor,
The three worlds tremble at your roar.
Ghosts and goblins cannot come near,
Great Hero, when your name is uttered.
All disease and pain is eradicated,
Brave Hanuman, by constant repetition of your name.
Hanuman releases from affliction
those who remember him in thought word and deed.
Ram, the ascetic, reigns over all,
but you carry out all his work.
One who comes to you with any yearning
obtains the abundance of the Four Fruits of Life.
Your splendor fills the four ages
your glory is renowned throughout the world.
You are the guardian of saints and sages,
the destroyer of demons and the darling of Ram.
You grant the eight powers and the nine treasures
by the boon you received from Mother Janaki.
You hold the elixir of Ram's name
and remain eternally his servant.
Singing your praise, one finds Ram
and escapes the sorrows of countless lives.
At d**h one goes to Ram's own city
or is born on the earth as God's devotee.
Give no thought to any other deity,
worshipping Hanuman, one gains all delight.
All affliction ceases and all pain is removed
by remembering the mighty hero, Hanuman.
Victory, Victory, Victory to Lord Hanuman!
Bestow your grace on me, as my Guru!
Whoever recites this a hundred times
is released from bondage and gains bliss.
One who reads this Hanuman Chaleesa
gains success, as Gauri's Lord (Shiva) is witness.
Says Tulsi Das, who always remains Hari's servant:
"Lord, make your home in my heart."
Son of the Wind, destroyer of sorrow, embodiment of blessing,
Live in my heart, King of Gods, together with Ram, Lakshman and Sita.