श्री हनुमान चालीसा,
Jai Sri Ram
Lord Rama said to Laxman, look here-Laxman, the peacock dance
at the sight of clouds even as a householder having learning towards dispassion
would rejoice to see a devotee of Bhagwaan Vishnu,
The clouds are fast gathering in the sky and making a
terrible noise, bereft as as I am of my Sita, my heart trembles to see all
this, Lighting flashes fitfully amid the clouds, like the friendship of the
wicked which never endures,
The pouring clouds cleave close to the ground even the
learned stoop beneath accumulated lore-the mountain endure buffering of showers
even as a saint would put up with the taunts of the wicked, the swelling streamlets
rush with great speed just as the wicked would feel elated even with a small fortune,
The water becomes turbid the moment at descends on the earth
even as the jeev {embodied souk, is enveloped in Maya as soon as Born, the
water coming from various directions gathers into a pool even as commendable
virtues find their way into the heart of a noble soul,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks please
