Jai Sri Ram,
May he in whose lap shines forth the daughter of the mountain king, who carries the celestial stream on his head, on whose brow rests the crescent moon, whose throat holds poison and whose breast is the support of a huge serpent, and who is adorned by the ashes on his body, may that chief of gods, the lord of all, the destroyer of the universe, the omnipresent Shiva, the moon like Sankara, ever protect us,
May the splendor of Sri Rama's lotus-like face, which neither grew brighter at the prospect of his being installed on the throne of Ayodhya nor was dimmed by the painful experience of exile in the woods, ever bring sweet felicity on us,
I adore Sri Rama, the lord of Raghus's race, whose limbs are as dark and soft as a blue lotus, who has Sta enthroned on his left and who holds in his hand a mighty bow and graceful bow,
Cleansing the mirror of my mind with the dust from the lotus feet of the revered Guru, I sing Sri Rama's untarnished glory, that bestows the four rewards of human life,
May Lord Bless all,
Thanks, please
