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Whether it is dusk, dawn or midnight, If one is clean and wins over his desires and passion, And chants this prayer of Hanuman, Meditating always on him, He alone is blessed and a great man, And will never be subject to any danger.
After crossing the fierce sea which is, Always full of tides and bhujsnga the songs of praise, Sung by the crowds of devas, you entered, The city of Lanka which had no worries, And you killed the goddess of Lanka, And also consoled the sorrow of Sita like a father.
Post navigation Prev Post. I pray that son of Anjana who is the lord, With the body as hard as the diamond, Who by the beat of his tail shook the horizon, Who by his strong shout broke the universe, And who by his lion like roar stifled all the three worlds.
I pray that innocent Hanuman, Who carries a hatchet in his hand, Who stotrma seen in the flag of Arjuna, Who can remove all sins without a trace, Who extremely shines in a battle, Who wears dazzling ear studs, Who is the moon to the three worlds, And who made Lanka in to ash in the war. I pray that son of the God of wind, Who is the holiest among the holy, Who loves his devotees, Who shines like gold, Whose heroism is sung by the world, Who is as heroic as the cold mountain, Who made the fire, look as small as the grass, Bhukanga got incomparable fame in the field of war.
I always sing about him who, Is always the servant of the king Rama, Who lives daily in the golden yelugu of banana, Who has the same dazzle as the infant sun, And whose smile is similar, To the moon light, jasmine and mandara flowers.
I pray that victorious emissary of Rama, Who heralded the promise of protection, Who firmly stood on earth by his feet, Who shook his hips and grew as tall as the skies, And arrested all the directions within his arm length.
Whether it is in the opening of caves, Or in the gate bhukanga the kings palace, Or in the dark forests full of, Elephants, tigers and lion, My salutations to the chief of monkeys, Who is the darling of Rama, And who is the God who takes care of his devotees. Salutations and salutation to him, Who is famous as the Indra among monkeys, And who fulfills bhuhanga wishes of his devotees, With a humble request to Put an end, to the great problems from ghosts, To the Great dangers arising suddenly, To the sufferings due to diseases, And to the sufferings due to great sorrows.
Salutations to Him who, Is the great carrier of good qualities, Salutations to Him who, Is like a great diamond line, Salutations to Him who, Is the death to god of death, And salutations to Him who, Has a very long tail.
I always think about that Hanuman, Who consoled Goddess Sita, who is the wife of Rama, Who was the reason for the fame of Rama, king of patience, And who burnt and destroyed the forest of Rakshasas.
Since my body is full of creeping age and all its ills, Hey Hanuman, You who have unalloyed fame, Please create in me the devotion to your feet and, Passion for such a devotion in my mind. I meditate on that Hanuman, Who has a very broad heart, Who always has devotion to Lord Rama, Who controls all his actions, Who is the enemy of god of death, Who is te,ugu merciful, Who is capable of removingDarkness created by ignorance, And who exhibits the extreme limit of his strength.