হনুমান্ সুপ্রভাতং

Śrī Āñjaneya Suprabhātam — the dawn-song of Hanumān.

Of pure golden hue, his eyes like blazing fire, his face a lotus, ever gracious; his body firm as a raincloud, adorned with earrings, his sword victorious in battle — I bow to the messenger of Rāma. O valiant son of Añjanā, the dawn has come.

O bee drunk at the lotus feet of Śrī Rāmacandra — O boat on the ocean of existence, devoted to Śrī Rāmacandra's recitation — O form that removes the very anguish of Jānakī's heart — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

O one ever eager to relish the nectar of Śrī Rāma's divine deeds — O treasure of virtues, servant of Śrī Rāma, friend of the humble — O one of fierce and matchless valor devoted to Śrī Rāma — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

O holy and auspicious form, friend of Sugrīva, foremost of monkeys — O one of divine fame celebrated by Sugrīva and Rāghava (Rāma) — O foremost hero, prime among the brave, best counselor of Sugrīva — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

O remover of devotees' afflictions, O compassionate one, worshipped by the yogis — O dear son of Kēsarī, O one of golden body — O bee hovering at the lotus of the Sun's (Bhāskara's) very soul — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

O dear son of Mārutas (the Wind), endowed with immense might — O one whose lotus feet were worshipped by Maināka in the ocean, O punisher of enemies — O one whose body bears all auspicious marks — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

O Five-faced one (Pañcānana) who removes the fear of worldly existence — devoted to the service of Rāma's lotus feet, beyond the beyond — O dear son of Añjanā, of beautiful form — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

Gandharvas, yakṣas, the lord of serpents, kinnaras — the Ādityas, Viśvavasu, Rudra, the hosts of gods and sages — all chant the row of your divine and beautiful names — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

Gautama, Cyavana, Tumburu, Nārada, Atri, Maitreya, Vyāsa, Janaka and other hosts of great sages — sing your divine glories with hearts filled with joy — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

Swarms of bees drink the honey-nectar, cooing sweetly — the rooster calls in the half-dark — in the temple, deep and resonant conch-blasts ring out — auspicious morning to you, O heroic Hanumān!

Taking the holy and purifying water of the Pampā lake in golden vessels — the hosts of great sages stand waiting to serve at your lotus feet — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!

O dear Lord of Śrī Sūrya's son (Sugrīva), of mind-captivating form — O son of the Wind, O heroic monkey, O one with tawny eyes — O giver of life (Sañjīvanī), best among the devotees of Raghuvīra — auspicious morning to you, O Śrī Vīra Dhīra Hanumān!