Post by madanmohandas on Jan 25, 2020 3:59:49 GMT -6
Fifty couplets in Praise of Hanuman loosely based of Goswami Tulsi Das’ Hanuman Chalisa.
Hail Hanuman! the mighty monkey chief,
Who did relieve Janaki of her grief;
You are for piety and strength renowned,
And always Rama's glory you expound;
You played your part as Rama's true envoy,
With fire Ravan's city did destroy;
Your strength and vigour are without compare,
E'en as a child you leapt up in the air,
To catch the sun you flew up with great ease,
Thinking the sun sweet fruitage of the trees;
You are as Anjani's son known to fame,
Known also as the son of Wind by name,
And Keshari you as his child does own,
You are as Rudra's son also well known.
Infinite is your strength, O Mahavir,
And in swift flight you are Garuda's peer;
You are endowed with adamantine frame,
That even Indra's bolt would render lame;
You augment the joy of good company,
And help one to become a devotee;
Your mighty fair limbs shine like ductile gold,
Within your grip a pond'rous mace you hold,
Athwart your ample breast a sacred thread
Is hung, and curly locks adorn your head;
Bright golden pendants decorate your ears,
And when you hear Raghava's glory, tears
Stream down in torrents from your reddish eyes.
When you did Kalanemi recognize,
You smote the demon down with mighty force,
And to the scented mountain held your course.
In a diminutive form you did seek,
The hapless Sita, downcast, pale and weak;
In a colossal form you shattered down
And burnt with fire Ravan's golden town.
Then in a monstrous form you did appear,
And did, with sharpened claws the demons tare.
On Rama's order and for his dear sake,
At your own will you varied forms did take.
When Lakshman was smit by Megnada's dart,
The physician Sushena did impart
The means to bate the arrow's deadly sting,
To go to mount Drona, simples to bring;
And when you brought the mountain to that place,
Rama folded you in his warm embrace.
And so you did the life of Lakshman save,
You mighty monkey, bravest of the brave!
You filled the heart of Rama with such joy,
And did, with valour, old Ten-heads annoy.
Then Rama said with love and many a tear,
'As Bharat is to me, so you are dear.'
And when his love he had this way confessed,
He held you close unto his mighty breast.
You, Sanak and his brothers glorify,
The sages sing your deeds that sanctify,
And Brahma blessed you with immortal life,
And never to yield in the mortal strife;
The fair Saraswati prolongs your praise,
And Narad lauds you while his lute he plays.
What bard or rhapsodist could justice do,
O Hanuman! in glorifying yo
Even the stern Yama, the god of death,
And Kuvera, the lord of gold and wealth,
When your high virtues and your deeds are praised,
They with great joy and wonder are amazed.
You comforted Sugriva in his grief,
And with wise council sought to bring relief.
And when you met lord Rama in the wood,
Who by his faithful brother calmly stood,
You told him of Sugriva's many fears,
His brother's hate and banishment for years.
Then Rama one deadly arrow released,
And royal Vali smote upon the breast.
Then Sugriva was left alone to reign
Over Kishkinda's extensive domain.
The brother of Ten-headed you did aid,
What time his head at Rama's feet he laid,
You vouched for him when all were questioning,
And Vibhisan was crowned as Lanka's king.
Goblins, ogres, and demons fly in fear,
O Hanuman, when they your name but hear;
All sickness and disease you drive away,
For one to you who does for succor pray;
You guard the gate of Rama with great care,
Sans your approval none can enter there;
And those who have found refuge at your feet,
They gain true happiness and joy complete;
And worshipping you, Rama will attain,
And after death his realm divine will gain.
You leapt with one mighty tremendous leap,
To Lanka's town, across the briny deep,
And told to Sita, pensive and afraid,
The tale of Rama, which her woe allayed,
And Rama's signet ring to her conveyed.
Then for reconnaissance you wandered through
The Sans woe garden, and the demons slew.
Whoever glorifies your name and deeds,
To gain Shri Ramachandra’s grace succeeds;
And gains the state of loving devotion,
By Hanuman's blessing and benison.
Thus fifty couplets have been here composed,
And English verse and metre have exposed,
The virtues of the mighty monkey lord,
By gods, sages, men and women adored;
Inspired by the forty verses done,
By Tulsi Das in praise of Hanuman.
Finis
Hail Hanuman! the mighty monkey chief,
Who did relieve Janaki of her grief;
You are for piety and strength renowned,
And always Rama's glory you expound;
You played your part as Rama's true envoy,
With fire Ravan's city did destroy;
Your strength and vigour are without compare,
E'en as a child you leapt up in the air,
To catch the sun you flew up with great ease,
Thinking the sun sweet fruitage of the trees;
You are as Anjani's son known to fame,
Known also as the son of Wind by name,
And Keshari you as his child does own,
You are as Rudra's son also well known.
Infinite is your strength, O Mahavir,
And in swift flight you are Garuda's peer;
You are endowed with adamantine frame,
That even Indra's bolt would render lame;
You augment the joy of good company,
And help one to become a devotee;
Your mighty fair limbs shine like ductile gold,
Within your grip a pond'rous mace you hold,
Athwart your ample breast a sacred thread
Is hung, and curly locks adorn your head;
Bright golden pendants decorate your ears,
And when you hear Raghava's glory, tears
Stream down in torrents from your reddish eyes.
When you did Kalanemi recognize,
You smote the demon down with mighty force,
And to the scented mountain held your course.
In a diminutive form you did seek,
The hapless Sita, downcast, pale and weak;
In a colossal form you shattered down
And burnt with fire Ravan's golden town.
Then in a monstrous form you did appear,
And did, with sharpened claws the demons tare.
On Rama's order and for his dear sake,
At your own will you varied forms did take.
When Lakshman was smit by Megnada's dart,
The physician Sushena did impart
The means to bate the arrow's deadly sting,
To go to mount Drona, simples to bring;
And when you brought the mountain to that place,
Rama folded you in his warm embrace.
And so you did the life of Lakshman save,
You mighty monkey, bravest of the brave!
You filled the heart of Rama with such joy,
And did, with valour, old Ten-heads annoy.
Then Rama said with love and many a tear,
'As Bharat is to me, so you are dear.'
And when his love he had this way confessed,
He held you close unto his mighty breast.
You, Sanak and his brothers glorify,
The sages sing your deeds that sanctify,
And Brahma blessed you with immortal life,
And never to yield in the mortal strife;
The fair Saraswati prolongs your praise,
And Narad lauds you while his lute he plays.
What bard or rhapsodist could justice do,
O Hanuman! in glorifying yo
Even the stern Yama, the god of death,
And Kuvera, the lord of gold and wealth,
When your high virtues and your deeds are praised,
They with great joy and wonder are amazed.
You comforted Sugriva in his grief,
And with wise council sought to bring relief.
And when you met lord Rama in the wood,
Who by his faithful brother calmly stood,
You told him of Sugriva's many fears,
His brother's hate and banishment for years.
Then Rama one deadly arrow released,
And royal Vali smote upon the breast.
Then Sugriva was left alone to reign
Over Kishkinda's extensive domain.
The brother of Ten-headed you did aid,
What time his head at Rama's feet he laid,
You vouched for him when all were questioning,
And Vibhisan was crowned as Lanka's king.
Goblins, ogres, and demons fly in fear,
O Hanuman, when they your name but hear;
All sickness and disease you drive away,
For one to you who does for succor pray;
You guard the gate of Rama with great care,
Sans your approval none can enter there;
And those who have found refuge at your feet,
They gain true happiness and joy complete;
And worshipping you, Rama will attain,
And after death his realm divine will gain.
You leapt with one mighty tremendous leap,
To Lanka's town, across the briny deep,
And told to Sita, pensive and afraid,
The tale of Rama, which her woe allayed,
And Rama's signet ring to her conveyed.
Then for reconnaissance you wandered through
The Sans woe garden, and the demons slew.
Whoever glorifies your name and deeds,
To gain Shri Ramachandra’s grace succeeds;
And gains the state of loving devotion,
By Hanuman's blessing and benison.
Thus fifty couplets have been here composed,
And English verse and metre have exposed,
The virtues of the mighty monkey lord,
By gods, sages, men and women adored;
Inspired by the forty verses done,
By Tulsi Das in praise of Hanuman.
Finis
.The chariot of Krishna was flying the flag of Hanuman which meant they would be victorious in the battle (Gita)