Ram Chalisa

Anyone who keeps you in mind through every day and night becomes a devotee whom none can surpass.

Even Shiva meditates on you in his heart, and neither Brahma nor Indra can reach the limit of your greatness.

Your messenger is the mighty Hanuman, whose power is known across all three worlds.

With your fierce, powerful arms, O merciful one, you slew Ravana and protected the gods.

You are the master of the masterless, O Lord, and the constant helper of the poor and humble.

Even Brahma and the great gods cannot fathom your depth, yet they forever sing your glory.

All four Vedas bear witness to you, and you guard the honour of those who trust in you.

Saraswati sings your virtues in her heart, and even the king of the gods cannot find their end.

Whoever utters your name becomes more blessed than any other person.

The name of Rama is boundless, and the four Vedas call out to it.

Even Ganesha took up your name, and you made him the first deity to be worshipped.

Shesha endlessly chants your name while bearing the weight of the earth upon his head.

To him that burden feels as light as a flower, yet no one can reach the limit of who you are.

Bharata holds your name in his heart, and so he is never defeated in any battle.

Your name shines in Shatrughna's heart, and remembering it brings destruction to enemies.

Lakshmana is ever obedient to you and always keeps watch over the saints.

Because of this, none can defeat them in war, even if Yama himself were to join the fight.

As an incarnation of Mahalakshmi, Sita destroys every kind of sin by all means.

Sita and Rama are sung as the embodiment of purity, and Sita reveals the power of the world's divine mother.

She appeared from a pot of earth, and seeing her beauty even the moon feels shy.

She lovingly serves at your feet, and the nine treasures roll about before your steps.

The eighteen auspicious powers of attainment willingly surrender themselves to you.

Whatever other forms of greatness exist, O husband of Sita, they are all made yours.

By your will you create millions of worlds, and it does not take even a moment to do so.

Whoever fixes the mind upon your feet is certain to attain liberation.

Victory, victory, victory to you, the Lord whose form is pure light, the formless, unbroken, and matchless Brahman.

True, true is your praise, O master vowed to truth, the eternal reality who dwells within all.

Whoever sincerely sings your hymn will surely gain the four great aims of life.

Shiva, lord of Gauri, swore it to be true: you grant devotion to your devotees in every way.

Hear us, Rama, you are our protector, and you are honoured as worthy of worship in the line of Bharata.

You are the family deity of the gods and our own, our guru and the dearest of our life.

Whatever exists, you alone are its king; victory to you, Lord—please protect our honour.

Rama, you nourish the soul; victory to you, the beloved prince of King Dasharatha.

Grant wisdom to our hearts, O embodiment of knowledge; salutations again and again to you, sovereign of the universe.

Blessed, blessed is your majesty, and your name takes away all sorrow and suffering.

The gods sang your praise with pure and truthful voices, drums sounded and conches were blown.

True, true are you, the eternal truth; you alone are our body, mind, and wealth.

Whoever recites this hymn finds wisdom awakening within the heart.

Their cycle of birth and rebirth comes to an end—accept these words as true, I bow my head upon it.

Whatever hope is held in the mind, the devotee receives the fruit their heart desires.

Whoever meditates on you at the three times of day and offers tulsi leaves and flowers,

and offers simple food of greens and leaves, that person attains every spiritual accomplishment.

At life's end such a one reaches Rama's abode, where they are reborn and known as a devotee of Hari.

Whoever, like Haridas, recites and sings this hymn attains the realm of Vaikuntha.