Imposing figure in the mandir stands,

Tall in stature holding mountain in his hand.

Shows what he did for Lakshmana to save,

Carried herbs of life, courage he displayed.

With that form up I like to gaze,

In appreciation seated below I stay.

Even if I am in worst mood tis of no matter,

By worshiping that hero immediately I feel better.

From that attention I pray this world will not distract,

The bliss from Hanuman’s vision let me fully extract.

Ordered by Sugriva to greet unknown princes he goes,

How to mask shape and art of diplomacy he knows.

Then later to search for Rama’s missing wife sent,

Overcoming obstacles in path into Lanka he went.

When finally spotting Sita ahead in his way,

Determined initial approach, knew just what to say.

When abandoning his brother to Rama Vibhishana turned,

Monkeys uncertain but his sincerity Hanuman affirmed.

In pleasing his friends Hanuman always succeeds,

But in praising him properly I don’t know how to proceed.

A keen observer, what’s in one’s heart he can detect.

I hope that this humble offering my dearest Hanuman accepts.

In such a strange world always feeling blue,

Who will help me, show me what to do?

Everyone has their obligations, their family,

But only loneliness, repetition of days for me.

Does this mean I should give up and quit,

Forego happiness, not try even a bit?

Though seemingly I’m not in a good state,

I have someone to help me, keeper of Rama’s gate.

His name is Hanuman and he is God’s friend,

Towards remembering his pastimes I tend.

Though in this life I am constantly lost,

His company I will never give up, not at any cost.

Hanuman is my cherished, my precious guide,

No care for my residence, as long as in mind by his side.

Though having the form of a monkey,

Endowed with divine qualities is he.

Of the three primary Vedas he is a knower,

Of service and kindness to his friends he is a giver.

In strength there is none like him,

Can make himself very large on a whim,

Ancient system of yoga he has mastered,

Every siddhi and ability he has covered.

In speaking flawless is his presentation,

Can compose Sanskrit verses without hesitation.

But in devotion is where he really stands out,

That he loves Rama purely there is no doubt.

Hanuman and his kindness do always shine,

May he always captivate this heart of mine.

I offer up this poem like a symbolic wreath,

To that hero whose disposition always in peace.

Many portraits of him have been painted,

With the different scenes I am acquainted.

In some a mountain in his hand he does hold,

While in others he flies through the sky so bold.

In rage he set fire to the city of Lanka,

For her king had sinned against the beloved Sita.

Yet of all his images I like one particular pose,

Where he sits peacefully, looking beautiful like a rose.

Day after day names of Sita and Rama he chants,

The kindest of sweethearts, forget him I can’t.

Of Shri Rama my dear Hanuman always thinks,

May I honor him who to Rama’s kingdom is the link.

I worship Sankat Mochan, the remover of all fears,

To Shri Ramachandra, there is no one more dear.

I meditate on Hanuman, his beauty and form,

Remember him daily, make that the norm.

When going to Lanka, on his mind he did rely,

Surasa and Simhika, their powers he did belie.

To Rama’s devotees forever their hero,

Enraged at Ravana, turned Lanka to zero.

I pray that I may see him here, there and everywhere,

He who is dear to Sugriva, Angada and Jambavan the bear.

Without thinking of Sita and Rama he never lets pass a day,

In thought, word and deed he worships them in every way.

The example of devotion he sets, the path to happiness he makes clear,

To me Shri Sankat Mochan, the beloved of Rama, is forever dear.