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At morning, I remember Hanumān, Whose valor is without end, Who is like a bumble-bee for the lotus-like feet of Śrīrāmacandra, Who delighted the group of gods by burning the city of Laṅkā, Who is the house of all wealth and siddhi, and Whose strength is celebrated.
At noon, I salute the son of Añjanā, Who is the only skilful One to cross a deceitful path over ocean, Who is worthy of seeking shelter from, Whose unmatched strength is well known, Who is deft in the absolution of ocean-like grief of Sītā, Who is the wish-giver tree to those who pray, and Who is unchanging.
At evening, I adore the slayer of Akṣayakumāra, Whose glory is well-known in the destruction of group of various afflictions of those who have sought refuge in Him, Who is the personified descending node for all the Rākṣasa-families, Who gladdened the daughter of Videha—Sītā, and Who is compassionate.
1 We apologize for the extreme delay in the special poem for Hanumān Jayantī this year.
Translator: Animesh Kumar
Submitter: Animesh Kumar
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