Not one ounce of ability in me,
Reality from illusion I cannot see.
In bewilderment of purpose mired,
From daily fruitive grind always tired.
One thing despite no qualification,
I take full comfort in her glorification.
Sita, dearest daughter and most beloved wife,
From her name alone worthwhile is living this life.
To Ganesha I fall in humble supplication,
Please make free of obstacles this presentation.
To blessed Shiva and Parvati I pray,
That with this simple work joyed are they.
For guru who gave everything to me,
In these words his mercy may everyone see.
For adorers of Sita and Rama the world around,
May the divine couple in their hearts be found.
For now of sane body and mind,
Some proficiency in talking you’ll find.
As long as that ability to remain,
My action’s direction the same.
Thoughts to Shri Hanuman to go,
Who Sita and Rama truly does know.
To please him with my work to try,
On his strength and honor to rely.
In devotion nothing out of reach,
By example Hanuman does teach.
Fortress of Lanka was strong,
Situated across an ocean long.
Guarded by Rakshasas of might,
Their leader with ten heads to fight.
Formidable enemy instilling fear and dread,
But Hanuman’s love of God triumphed instead.
Like stepping out of cold and into the light,
Hanuman warm like the sun shining bright.
From passing time this body starting to age,
Like fountain of youth Ramayana page after page.
Book of beauty Hanuman does make,
Of his thoughts and deeds advantage take.
Live under the glorious spiritual sun,
And with misery and despair be forever done.
Anywhere in the world he can roam,
Wherever best to serve Rama is his home.
Whether in kingdom of royal throne,
Or sitting in desolate cave alone.
Of Sita and Rama he’ll think,
And nectar of Ramayana he’ll drink.
Versatility in Shri Hanuman so clear,
Think of him to get smile from ear to ear.
If anything from someone you could get,
On what reward would your heart be set?
After Raghuvira’s fame he enhanced,
Shri Hanuman got this chance.
No beauty, no wealth, no fame,
Instead on this earth to remain,
For as long as Rama’s glories to be told,
Life in devotion for him never to get old.
When to gather brothers’ intentions to try,
Beautiful Sanskrit verses composed on the fly.
Easy since love safely resides in his heart,
Thus situated properly right from the start.
If at beginning perfect words to send,
Imagine then how great poetry at the end.
For Hanuman a curtain call there is never,
To continue to worship Sita and Rama forever.
Returning to monkeys taking his seat,
Events in Lanka through tale to repeat.
Same beautiful words in Ramayana found,
In Sundara-kanda his glories abound.
Vedas consist of works so many,
But one like Hanuman there are not any.
For Sita and Rama fearlessly he goes,
From where such a friend came no one knows.
To search world for Sita they dared,
Surely Vanaras must have been scared.
In each and all to exist some fear,
Important with it how you deal.
Hanuman there for tensions to ease,
On serving Rama chance to seize.
Fear in warriors that Sugriva to punish,
Hanuman failure’s rise to demolish.
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