O Lord! Your body is blue like a garland of blue lotus, You are adorned with a crown of tresses, Your attire is like saints (the poem features when Raam was in forests). You have bow, arrows, and quiver in Your hands. I incessantly bow to You, O Raghuveer (brave one in Raghukul).
You are like fire for the forest of worldly attachments, You are like the sun, which is necessary for growth, for the lotus inside the heart of saints. You are like a lion for an elephant-herd like demons, and You are like a hawk for the bird like cycle of birth and rebirth.
Your eyes are like red lotus, and Your appearance if enticing. You are the moon for chakor like Siitaa's face. You are like the white swan roaming inside the the heart of Shiv (Har). I bow to You, O Raam! with long hands and a big heart.
You are like Garuda for the snakes of suspicion within our lives; You eliminate the raucousness caused by (useless, worldly) arguments from our lives. You destroy the cycle of birth and rebirth of a soul; salvage us O largest embodiment of mercy.
Your formless manifestation is hard to understand (we cannot think beyond matter), and your physical manifestation is easy to understand. You are beyond the scope of the subject of our knowledge, voice, and senses. You are forever, everywhere, without flaws, and infinite. I bow to You (Raam), who reduces the load of the earth.
Your feet is like Kalp for Your devotees providing them respite; those who follow use get rid of anger, greed, pride, and desires. You are the bridge on the ocean of birth-rebirth for many many humans; salvage us! O shining star of the lineage of Sun.
Your hands are the abode of infinite power, You destroy the dirt and filth pumped into everyone's life by Kali; You are the shield of dharma, You make us happy, and You are the storehouse of all the qualities. May the same Lord (Raam) extend His blessings on me.
Poet: Gosvami Tulsidas
Book: Shrimad Ramcharitmanas
© Stutimandal 2006, Mar 24.