I worship Shri Ramachandra, the jewel of dynasty Raghu,

His smile is enchanting and His complexion is blue.

I worship Shri Ramachandra, mother Kausalya’s delight.

The demons know of His bow, arrows and might.

I worship Shri Ramachandra, the lifter of Lord Shiva’s bow,

When placing His feet on Ahalya, to heaven she did go.

I worship Shri Ramachandra, to Lakshmana an elder brother,

To those who cherish His name, a savior like no other.

I worship Shri Ramachandra, who has Sita Devi for His wife,

To those treading righteous path, forever He remains their life.

I worship Shri Ramachandra, the protector of Vishvamitra’s sacrifice,

For understanding Him, birth the dvijas take twice.

Shri Ramachandra’s kindness knows no end,

May He to this fallen soul His mercy extend.

Shri Rama is my Lord, I am at His beck and call,

Through His grace only, no chance of a fall.

Shri Rama is my Lord, what I write comes from Him,

Through His grace only, maya’s influence to grow dim.

Shri Rama is my Lord, for Him I arise day after day,

Through His grace only, my sorrows can run away.

Shri Rama is my Lord, may I always see His beautiful form,

Through His grace only, my heart remains warm.

Shri Rama is my Lord, may His arrows always protect me,

Through His grace only, never Kali Yuga’s misery to see.

Shri Rama is my Lord, Mother Ganga emanates from His lotus feet,

Through His grace only, spiritual sky one day I hope to meet.

Whether here or there, in happiness or sadness, in comfort or in pain,

May Shri Rama always remain My Lord, for in life no higher gain.

Ticket to spiritual world and alleviation of distress found through His feet,

His glories, wonders, fame and pastimes on devotion’s mrdanga constantly beat.

The smile to defeat pride of thousands of cupid on His face,

Elimination of sufferings from countless births through His divine grace.

Around the body, bluish in hue, is found the sacred thread,

Of all the forms of God He is at the head.

Hair is beautiful, eyes like lotus petals, and arms that are long,

Consuming His endless glories, saints compose countless songs.

To Lakshmana, Hanuman and Sita He is dear,

Only by remembering Him can one eliminate fear.

Rama has nothing to do and is always smiling,

For those who know Your true nature, You are their only darling.

Look upon me as Your foolish son trying his best, from my mind remove the haze,

Please bless me Shri Rama, so that Your qualities and fame I may always praise.