मूलं धर्मतरोर्विवेकजलधेः पूर्णेन्दुमानन्ददं
वैराग्याम्बुजभास्करं ह्यघघनध्वान्तापहं तापहम्।
मोहाम्भोधरपूगपाटनविधौ स्वःसम्भवं शङ्करं
वन्दे ब्रह्मकुलं कलंकशमनं श्रीरामभूपप्रियम्।।1।।
सान्द्रानन्दपयोदसौभगतनुं पीताम्बरं सुन्दरं
पाणौ बाणशरासनं कटिलसत्तूणीरभारं वरम्
राजीवायतलोचनं धृतजटाजूटेन संशोभितं
सीतालक्ष्मणसंयुतं पथिगतं रामाभिरामं भजे।।2।।
Moolan dharmatarorvivekajaladheh poornendumaanandadan
Vairaagyaambujabhaaskaran hyaghaghanadhvaantaapahan taapaham
Mohaambhodharapoogapaatanavidhau svahsambhavan shangkaran
Vande brahmakulan kalankashamanan shreeraamabhoopapriyam (1)
Saandraanandapayodasaubhagatanun peetaambaran sundaran
Paanau baanasharaasanan katilasattooneerabhaaran varam
Raajeevaayatalochanan dhritajataajooten sanshobhitan
Seetaalakshmanasanyutan pathigatan raamaabhiraaman bhaje (2)
Root of dharma's tree, | moon of wisdom's sea so bright,
Sun to renunciation's bloom, | scattering sin's dark night—
I bow to Shankara divine, | Rama's beloved, ever blessed,
And Rama walking forest paths | with Sita at his chest.
I bow to Lord Shankara— the root of dharma's tree, the full moon that delights the ocean of discernment, the sun that opens the lotus of renunciation, destroyer of the dense darkness of sin, remover of the three afflictions.
He is the wind born of heaven who scatters the clouds of delusion, descended from Brahma's line, destroyer of all stains, beloved of King Rama.
I worship Rama, most beautiful— his body like rain-laden clouds, dense with bliss, wearing lovely yellow garments, bow and arrow in his hands, waist adorned with quiver's weight.
His eyes are wide as lotus petals, his head crowned with matted locks. Walking the forest path with Sita and Lakshmana, he is the delight of all who see him.
His eyes are red lotus, his form most fair— moon to the chakora birds of Sita's eyes, a young swan on the Manasa lake of Shiva's heart. I bow to Rama of broad chest and mighty arms.
He is Garuda who devours the serpent of doubt, who destroys the grief born of harsh reasoning. He ends the cycle of birth, he delights the gods— may that host of mercy ever protect us.
Formless yet formed, unequal yet equal, beyond knowledge, speech, and senses—incomparable! Pure, complete, faultless, infinite— I bow to Rama who lightens earth's burden.
A garden of wish-trees for his devotees, terror to anger, greed, pride, and lust, supremely wise, the bridge across existence's ocean— may the Sun-dynasty's banner protect me always.
His arms' glory and strength are matchless, his Name destroys Kali's vast impurities, armor of dharma, his virtues bring joy— may Rama ever expand my welfare.
Though stainless, all-pervading, imperishable, dwelling always in every heart— yet O Slayer of Khara, with Sita and brother, dwell in my heart as the forest-wanderer!
Let those who know you know you, Lord, as formed, formless, the inner knower of hearts. But let Rama of lotus-eyes, Kosala's king, make my heart his dwelling place.
May this pride never leave me, even by error: I am the servant, Raghupati is my master.
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Poddarji's Commentary
धर्मरूपी वृक्षके मूल, विवेकरूपी समुद्रको आनन्द देनेवाले पूर्णचन्द्र, वैराग्यरूपी कमलके विकसित करनेवाले सूर्य, पापरूपी घोर अन्धकारको निश्चय ही मिटानेवाले, तीनों तापोंको हरनेवाले, मोहरूपी बादलोंके समूहको छिन्न-भिन्न करनेको विधि में आकाशसे उत्पन्न पवनस्वरूप, ब्रह्माजीके वंशज तथा कलङ्कनाशक महाराज श्रीरामचन्द्रजीके प्रिय श्रीशङ्करजीकी मैं वन्दना करता हूँ। जिनका शरीर जलयुक्त मेघोंके समान सुन्दर श्यामवर्ण एवं आनन्दघन है, जो सुन्दर पीतवस्त्र धारण किये हैं, जिनके हाथोंमें बाण और धनुष हैं, कमर उत्तम तरकशके भारसे सुशोभित है, कमलके समान विशाल नेत्र हैं और मस्तकपर जटाजूट धारण किये हैं, उन अत्यन्त शोभायमान श्रीसीताजी और लक्ष्मणजीसहित मार्गमें चलते हुए आनन्द देनेवाले श्रीरामचन्द्रजीको मैं भजता हूँ।
Notes
These opening shlokas invoke Lord Shiva and then describe Rama wandering in the forest with Sita and Lakshmana. Poddarji notes that even as the omnipresent Lord, Rama is asked to dwell specifically in the devotee's heart in his form as the forest-wandering exile. The final lines express the essential attitude: 'I am the servant, Raghupati is my master.'