Hanuman s Wrath

Son of Vayu, breath of stone,
Lightning muscle, marrow bone.
One glance burned the demon's tower,
One fist crushed the Ashoka flower.

Forgetting strength, he bowed as servant,
Rama's ring — his only fervent.
Sea bowed down where he did leap,
Mountains cracked beneath his feet.

Om Hanumate Namah

Mah;v;r;ya vajri;e

He holds the burning sky in one palm,
Ash from Lanka, serpent's calm.
Jai Hanuman! — the mountains sing,
Jai Hanuman! — the thunder's wing.

No yama binds, no kala claims,
The one who speaks the Raghav's names.
Tail of fire, heart of sun,
Victory when the battle's won.

Ravana's palace turned to coal,
Ash on the demon-king's parole.
Five nights he burned, then quenched his flame —
To cool the one who bears Rama's name.

Sanjivani in his palm he brought,
Death's own chariot wheel he fought.
Lakshmana's breath returned by dawn,
The sun himself paused, withdrawn.

R;ma d;ta atulita bala dh;m;

A;jan; putra pavanasuta n;m;

He can become the atom's core,
Or crush the sky, or be no more.
He chose the ring, the monkey form,
The silent patience before the storm.

No shackle holds him,
No spell can bind —
The Rama-nam is his second mind.
No shackle holds him,
No maya's game —
He leaps through time and burns the name.

Hanuman!
Lord of monkeys!
Immortal!
Mighty one!
Both together polyphonically:
Bajrang Bali ki jai!

When the Kali age has choked the sun,
And righteousness is overrun —
Call his name into the wind:
Hanuman.
Hanuman.
Hanuman.

The Ram will come.
The fire will bend.