Rama Stotram

ApadAm-apahartAram dAtAram sarva sampadAm

lokAbhirAmam shriramAm bhooyo bhooyo namAmyaham

I bow again and again to Sree Rama who removes (all) obstacles and grants
wealth and pleases all.

ArtAnAm ArtihantAram bheetAnAm bheetinAshanam

dvishatAm kAladanDam tam rAmchandram namAmyaham

He who annihilates the pain of the distressed, He who destroys fear in the minds
of the fearful, He who is like the Weapon of Death to his enemies, that
Raamachandra do I worship.

namah kodanDa-hastAya sandhl krutasharAya cha

khaNDItAkhila daityAya rAmApAyan nivAriNe

I bow down to the bow-wielding Rama, armed with incisive arrows, the subduer of all
asuras, he who wards off all my difficulties.

rAmAya rAmabhadrAya ramachandrAya vedhase

raghunAthAya nAthAya seetAyah pataye namah

I bow down to him whom I know as Raama, Raamabhadra, Raamachandra,

Raghunaatha, Naatha (my overlord) and husband of Seetha.

agratah prushThatas chaiva pArsvatascha mahAbalau

AkarNapoorNa dhanvAnou rakshetAm rAmalakshmaNau

Those two warriors of supreme strength, Rama and Lakshmana stand with me,
before and behind, always close by, armed to the ears with weapons like bow etc,
they always protect me.

sannaddhah kavachl khaDgl chApabANadharo yuvA

gachchan mamagrato nityam rAmah pAtasalakshmaNah
Ever ready for providing protection, wearing armour, wielding the sword, bow and arrows,
those two vibrant youth always walk with me. O Rama and Lakshmana, protect me!

Hanuman Stotram

Anjana nandanam Veeram janaki soka nasanam,

Kapeesa Maksha hantharam, Vande lanka bhayangaram.

Salutations to the terror of Lanka,

Who is the heroic son of Anjana,
Who brought to an end, all sorrows of Sitha,
Who is the king of monkeys ,
Who killed Aksha the son of Ravana.

Mahavyakaranaam Bhodhim anthamaan

Samandaram
Kavayantam Ramkeertya Hanumantam
Upasamahe

I pray to Lord hanuman, the knower of all

Vedas and Grammar having full of virtues
who always chant glory of Lord Shri Rama.

Ullanghya sindho salilam saleelam

Yaha shoka wanheen Janakaatma jaayaaha
Aadaaya tenaiwa dadaaha Lankaa
Namaami tam praanjali raanjaneyam

You jumped over the ocean so easily

to put out the fire of Janaki’s grief
Burner of Lanka, I bow to you.

Mano javam, maruda thulya vegam,

Jithendriyam buddhi matham varishtam,
Vatha atmajam vanara yudha mukhyam,
Sree Rama dootham sirasa namami.
I bow my head and salute the emissary of Rama,
Who has won over his mind,
Who has similar speed as wind,
Who has mastery over his organs,
Who is the greatest among knowledgeable,
Who is the son of God of wind,
And who is the chief in the army of monkeys.

Aanjaneya madhi patalananam,

Kanchanadri kamaneeya vigraham,
Parijatha tharu moola vasinam,
Bhavayami bhava mana nandanam.

I bow before the darling son of the god of wind,

Who is the son of Anjana,
Who is great among killers of ogres,
Who is like a golden mountain,
Who is handsome to look at,
And who lives near the roots of Parijatha tree,

Yatra yatra Raghu nada keerthanam,

Thathra thathra krudha masthakanjalim,
Bhashpa vari pari poorna lochanam,
Maruthim namatha Rakashasanthakam.

I pray and salute the son of wind god,

Who brought to end the rakshasas,
Who is always present with eye full of tears,
With head bowed in veneration,
Wherever the praise of Lord Rama is sung.