Taking the pollen-like dust of my Guru’s lotus feet

to polish the mirror of my heart,

I can now sing the pure splendor of Sri Rām, the best of Raghus,

which bestows the four fruits of life.

I don’t know anything, so I remember you, Son of the Wind;

grant me strength, intelligence, and wisdom,

and remove my impurities and sorrows.

INVOCATION TO “HANUMAN CHALISA,” TRANSLATION BY KRISHNA DAS, FROM FLOW OF GRACE