Sankat Mochan Hanuman Ashtak

As a child you seized the sun, and darkness fell across the three worlds. The world trembled, and none could remove that distress — until the gods pleaded and you released the sun. Who in this world does not know, O vanara, that your name removes all distress?

Fearing Bali, Sugriva dwelt in the hills, watching the road for the great Lord. Startled by the sage’s curse, he wondered who would help — then you brought the Lord in Brahmin guise and ended your devotee’s sorrow. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

Angad declared that none would return alive without news of Sita. Weary from searching to the ocean’s shore, all despaired — until you brought word of Sita and saved our lives. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

Ravan tormented Sita, and the demonesses deepened her grief. Then you, great Hanuman, struck down the night-rangers; when Sita sought fire from the Ashoka tree, you gave her the Lord’s ring and ended her sorrow. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

When Lakshman lay pierced and near death, you carried the physician Sushena with his house and lifted the Drona hill itself, bringing the life-restoring herb that saved Lakshman. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

In battle Ravan cast the serpent-noose over Shri Raghunath and the whole host, a heavy distress of delusion. Then you brought Garuda, who cut the bonds and ended the terror. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

When Ahiravan carried Ram and Lakshman to the underworld to sacrifice them before the goddess, you went to their aid and destroyed Ahiravan with his army. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

You accomplished great deeds for the gods, O brave great Lord. What distress of poor me could you not remove? Swiftly take away whatever troubles I have. Who does not know your name as remover of distress?

Red-bodied, radiant in red, with a red tail, thunderbolt-limbed crusher of demons — hail, hail, hail, brave vanara!