Sacred Stotras

Meditate on Lord Vishnu, wearing white garments, moon-complexioned, four-armed, with a pleasant countenance, for the removal of all obstacles. The universe is Vishnu, He is the sacred oblation 'Vashat', Lord of past, present and future. Creator of beings, sustainer of beings, the essence, soul of beings, bestower of existence.

I worship Lalita Devi, whose body shines with the crescent moon, three-eyed, adorned with dark locks, decorated with moon-bindu gem jewels. Her form is vermillion-hued, three-eyed, with a crown of rubies radiating starlight, wearing a crown of crores of gems.

Cleaning the mirror of my mind with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet, I describe the pure glory of Raghuvira (Rama) which bestows the four fruits of life. Victory to Hanuman, ocean of knowledge and virtues! Victory to the monkey lord who illuminates the three worlds!

O Hara (Shiva), if the praises of even Brahma and other great ones are inadequate to describe Your glory, then everyone is free to praise You according to their intellectual capacity. Therefore, may this hymn of mine also be accepted without criticism.

Salutations again and again to that Goddess who dwells in all beings as Shakti (power). Om, salutations to You who are Jayanti, Mangala, Kali, Bhadrakali, Kapalini, Durga, Kshama, Shiva, Dhatri, Svaha, and Svadha.

Om, O Gods, may we hear with our ears what is auspicious, may we see with our eyes what is beneficial. You (Ganesha) are the visible Truth itself. You alone are the doer. You alone are the sustainer. You are verily all this that is Brahman.

O Jataveda (Fire God), invoke for me that Lakshmi who is golden-hued, radiant, adorned with gold and silver garlands, lunar, effulgent. Invoke for me that Lakshmi who never departs, by whom I may obtain gold, cattle, horses, and progeny.

This Aditya Hridayam is sacred, destroyer of all enemies, brings victory, chanting it daily is inexhaustible and supremely auspicious. It is the most auspicious of all auspicious things, destroyer of all sins, remover of worry and sorrow, excellent bestower of longevity.

I bow to Shani, who is like blue-black collyrium, son of Sun (Ravi), elder brother of Yama, born from the Sun and Chhaya (shadow). Who dwells in corners, tawny, dark, fierce, destroyer, son of Surya, slow-moving Saturn, deliberate, born from sage Pippalada.

I bow to the Sun (Divakara), who is like the red hibiscus flower, son of Kashyapa, of great brilliance, enemy of darkness, destroyer of all sins. I bow to Soma the Moon, who is like curd, conch, and snow, born from the ocean of milk, ornament of Shiva's crown.

I take refuge in Shri Ramachandra. I know not mantras, tantras, yantras, or hymns. I only know the name and meditation of Shri Rama, which destroys all calamities.

I bow to Krishna, the world teacher, son of Vasudeva, the Lord, crusher of Kamsa and Chanura, supreme bliss of Devaki. I bow to Krishna, guru of the world, whose complexion is like the atasi flower, adorned with garlands and anklets, wearing gem-studded bracelets and armlets.