Having cleansed the mirror of my mind with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet,

I describe the pure glory of Raghubir, which bestows the four fruits of life.

Knowing myself to be ignorant, I meditate on you, Son of the Wind.

Grant me strength, wisdom, and knowledge, and remove my afflictions and blemishes.

Victory to you, O Hanuman, ocean of wisdom and virtue.

Victory to the Lord of Monkeys, who is renowned in all three worlds.

You are the messenger of Ram, the abode of immeasurable strength.

You are known as the son of Anjani and the son of the Wind.

Great hero, mighty as a thunderbolt,

You are the remover of evil thoughts and a companion to the wise.

Golden-hued and splendidly adorned,

With earrings and curly hair.

In your hands shine a mace and a banner,

And a sacred thread of munja grass adorns your shoulder.

You are an incarnation of Shiva and the son of Kesari,

Your glory and prowess are revered throughout the world.

Learned, virtuous, and extremely clever,

You are always eager to do Ram's work.

You delight in listening to the stories of the Lord,

With Ram, Lakshman, and Sita residing in your heart.

Assuming a subtle form, you appeared before Sita,

And in a terrifying form, you burned Lanka.

Taking a mighty form, you destroyed the demons,

And thus accomplished the mission of Lord Ram.

You brought the Sanjeevani herb and revived Lakshman,

And Shri Raghubir joyfully embraced you.

Raghupati praised you greatly, saying,

"You are as dear to me as my brother Bharat."

"The thousand-headed Sheshnag sings your glory,"

Saying this, the Lord of Shri embraced you.

Sanaka, Brahma, and other sages,

Narada, Sharada, and the serpent king.

Yama, Kubera, and the guardians of the directions,

Even poets and scholars cannot fully describe your glory.

You did a great service to Sugriva,

Introducing him to Ram and giving him the kingdom.

Vibhishana heeded your counsel,

And became the king of Lanka, as the whole world knows.

The sun, thousands of leagues away,

You swallowed it, thinking it a sweet fruit.

Carrying the Lord's ring in your mouth,

It is no wonder that you leaped across the ocean.

All difficult tasks in the world,

Become easy by your grace.

You are the guardian at Ram's door,

No one can enter without your permission.

All happiness is found in your refuge,

With you as the protector, there is nothing to fear.

You alone can bear your own radiance,

The three worlds tremble at your roar.

Ghosts and evil spirits do not come near,

When one recites the name of Mahavir.

Diseases are destroyed and all suffering is removed,

By constantly chanting the name of the brave Hanuman.

Hanuman frees from all troubles,

Those who meditate on him in thought, word, and deed.

Ram is the supreme ascetic king,

And you accomplish all his tasks.

Whoever brings any other desire to you,

Receives the abundant fruit of life.

Your glory extends through all four ages,

Your fame illuminates the entire world.

You are the protector of saints and sages,

The destroyer of demons and beloved of Ram.

You are the bestower of the eight siddhis and nine nidhis,

As granted by the boon of Mother Janaki.

You possess the elixir of Ram's name,

And are ever the servant of Raghupati.

By singing your praises, one attains Ram,

And the sorrows of many lifetimes are forgotten.

At the end of life, one goes to Raghubar's abode,

And is born a devotee of Hari.

There is no need to hold any other deity in mind,

Serving Hanuman brings all happiness.

All troubles are removed, and all pains cease,

For those who remember the mighty Hanuman.

Victory, victory, victory to you, O Hanuman!

Be merciful to me as a Guru.

Whoever recites this a hundred times,

Is freed from bondage and enjoys great happiness.

Whoever reads this Hanuman Chalisa,

Attains perfection, with Lord Shiva as a witness.

Tulsidas, ever the servant of Hari,

Prays, "O Lord, make your abode in my heart."

Son of the Wind, remover of sorrows, embodiment of blessings,

With Ram, Lakshman, and Sita, dwell in my heart, O king of gods.