jaya hanumāna gyāna guna sāgaraZZZjaya kapisha tihu loka ujāgara.

• Translation:

  Victory to Hanuman, ocean of wisdom and virtue, hail Monkey Lord, illuminator of the three worlds.

• Word-by-Word:

  Jaya Hanumāna - Hail Hanumana

  gyāna – wisdom

  guna - virtue

  sāgara – ocean

  jaya -hail

  Kapisha - Lord of the Monkeys

  tihu - three

  loka – world

  ujāgara – enlighten/awaken

• Commentary:

  “Listen, Hanuman,” said Rama; “no god or man or sage that has ever been born into this world has been such a benefactor to me as you. What service can I do you in return? When I think of it, I am unable to look you in the face. Upon reflection, my son, I have come to the conclusion that I cannot ever repay you.” Again and again as the protector of the gods gazed on Hanuman, his eyes filled with tears and his whole body quivered with emotion.

  When Hanuman heard what his Lord said and gazed on his face and body beaming with delight, he experienced a thrill of joy all over his body and fell at his feet, crying out in the ecstasy of devotion, “Save me, save me, O Blessed Lord!” [from the clutches of egotism]

  Again and again the Lord sought to raise him up, but he was so absorbed in love that he would not rise. The lotus hands of the Lord rested on his head. Gauri’s lord (Shiva) was overcome by emotion when he recalled that scene. But again, composing himself, Shiva resumed the most charming narrative. The Lord raised Hanuman and clasped him to his heart; then he took him by the hand and seated him close by his side and said, “Tell me Hanuman, how could you contrive to burn Ravana’s stronghold of Lanka, a most impregnable fortress?”

  When Hanuman found the Lord so gracious, he replied in words of singular modesty:

  “A monkey’s greatest valour lies in his skipping about from one branch to another.

  That I should have been able to leap across the ocean, burn the golden city, slay the demon host and lay waste the Ashoka grove was all due to your might Raghunath; in no sense was the strength my own, my Lord. Nothing, Lord, is unattainable to him who enjoys your favour; through your might a mere shred of cotton can surely burn up the fire beneath the sea. Be pleased, O Lord, to grant me unceasing devotion, which is a source of the highest bliss.”

  When the Lord, O Parvati, heard the most artless speech of Hanuman, he replied, “So be it.”

  -Sundarakanda of Tulsidas’ Ramacharitamanasa