Vishwakarma Chalisa

Hail again and again to Lord Vishwakarma, the shaper of the world's order. You alone fashioned creation, and you alone are the giver who provides for the world.

You are Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva all at once. You are Indra, the sun, and the moon, present in everything that moves and stays still.

You are the earth, the sky, and the realms below. You are the seven seas, and you are the joy found in everything we taste and enjoy.

You are air, fire, water, and open space. You are the ever-present Shiva, and the shining light of truth, awareness, and bliss.

You are the sun, the moon, and the stars set in the sky. You are water and land and the whole heavenly sphere, and the deep, measureless ocean.

You are the mountains, the rivers, the forests and the gardens. You are the breath inside every living being, and you are their very life.

You are the gods, the demons, and those born in human form. You are knowledge and meditation, and the very basis on which devotion rests.

You are what is real and what is mere appearance; you are the changing world we see. You are nature in its first form, and you are the Supreme Lord.

You are speech, the inner sound, and the sacred syllable Om. You are beasts and birds, insects and moths, and every creature that moves or stays.

You sustain the world and you are the seed from which it grows. You are the first beginning and the endless beyond, untouched by time and without form.

You hold all power, and your greatness has no equal. You stand guard over your devotees and carry their sorrows away.

You are a deep store of grace, always working for your devotees' good. Whoever comes under your shelter is never overtaken by pain.

Vishwakarma, show your mercy and carry me across the ocean of worldly life. You are the god of craft, the master artist of all that is made.

You are the maker of every object and the foundation of every art. Iron, copper, gold, and silver, and all the metals, are forms of you.

You build our very bodies, and you are the breath that keeps us alive. Every machine, sacred chant, and method of working, you know them all.

Houses, bridges, and cities all come as gifts from you. The skill of building chariots and flying craft is your own great art.

Weapons, missiles, and tools of defence draw their life from you. Gods, demons, and wise sages alike sing of your greatness.

Even Valmiki, the first of poets, told your story. The Vedas, the Puranas, and all the scriptures call on you alone.

Without you no god can act or move in this world. You are the eyes of the universe, and its ears and its tongue.

The waters are your feet and the earth is your head. You have countless creative powers and a thousand reaching arms.

You have a thousand heads and a thousand names. You are the highest goal that devotion reaches, and the doorway to freedom.

You are the one who knows the heart from within, living inside every being. You sustain all that exists, and you are a heap of happiness itself.

You take away your devotees' grief and you give them joy. You have no beginning and no end, and you are the maker of all.

You are eternal and free of every stain, the spirit dwelling within. Whoever worships you with love finds true and resting peace.

You are tender to all who seek your shelter and kind to the helpless. Vishwakarma, be gracious and keep me safe as your own child.

I am foolish and unknowing, Lord, and I know no way to meditate. You are my only support and hope; I have come to take refuge at your feet.

From the chains of illusion and attachment, you alone grant release. My hope to end the round of birth and death rests at your feet.

You are the work of the whole universe and the form of the whole universe. You are the endless one beyond all ends, the first and original king.

You are the master of all and the one who holds every thread of creation. You are an ocean of compassion and the treasure-store of all existence.

You are an ocean of knowledge and the heart of devotion. You are clear, pure intellect and the inmost core of our being.

You are the support of life and the one who fills it with breath. You are the cause behind creation and the highest helper of all.

You are the great founder of the science of craft. You set the very rule by which art, skill, and progress advance.

You know the science of building and design, and the order of every method. You create machines, and you are the chief of all sacred formulas.

You work and shape iron, and you bring gold into being. You are the basis of copper and the greatness in silver.

You are the divine maker of fine jewel-set ornaments. Bless me too with the good fortune to craft such adornments.

You bring forth countless arts, O lord of a thousand skills. For the good of every craftsman, fulfil their life's deepest wish.

You work for the welfare of your devotees and are gentle to the humble. Lord Vishwakarma, watch over me and take me in your care.

I have come for refuge, Lord, and stand at your feet. Show me your grace now and hold me close in your shelter.

Your greatness is without limit, and no one can sing all of it. Yet whoever recites this with true faith crosses the ocean of worldly life.

Lord Vishwakarma, grant me your grace again and again, without end.