॥ Aditya Hridaya Stotram Poem by Dr. Navin Kumar Upadhyay

॥ Aditya Hridaya Stotram


DR NAVIN KUMAR UPADHYAY



















Appropriation

OM This is the Aditya Hridaya Stotra
The sage Agastya is the Anuṣṭup chant and is the heart of the sun.
Lord Brahma the deity rejected all obstacles
The sacrifice for the perfection of Brahman-knowledge and the perfection of victory everywhere.

Then, exhausted from the battle, he stood in the battlefield worried.
Seeing Ravana in front preparing for battle

He met the gods and came to see the battle
Venerable sage Agastya approached Rama and said:

O Rama Rama mightyarmed one listen to this eternal secret
By this, O child, thou shalt conquer all enemies in battle.

The heart of the sun is sacred and destroys all enemies.
One should daily chant the victory-giving, inexhaustible, supremely auspicious.

It is auspicious to all and destroys all sins.
It is the best reliever of anxiety and sorrow and enhancer of life.

It was radiant and rising and worshiped by gods and demons.
Worship Vivasvan, the sun, lord of the worlds.

He is all-godly and radiant and radiant.
He protects the worlds of hosts of gods and demons with His rays.

This is Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Skanda and Prajapati.
Mahendra is the giver of wealth, Kala is Yama, and Soma is the lord of waters.

The forefathers are the Vasus, the Sadhyas, the Aśvinī-kumāras, the Maruts and the Manu.
The wind is the fire, the life-giver of the creatures, the creator of the seasons, the sun.

The sun, the sun, the sun, the bird, the moon, the radiant.
The sun is like gold and the sun is like gold.

The green horse is a thousand-lighted, seven-seven-lighted one.
Sambhu, the destroyer of darkness, Tvashta, Martanda and Anshuman.

The golden embryo is the winter, the heat, the sun, the sun.
Agnigarbha, the son of Aditi, is the conch, the destroyer of winter.

He is the lord of the sky, the breaker of darkness, and a master of the Rig-Veda, Yajur-Veda and Sama-Veda.
Heavy rain of water is the friend of the monkeys on the streets of Vindhya.

The scorching circle is death, the pink one is the all-heating.
The learned, the universe, the effulgent, the red, the origin of all beings.

Lord of the stars, planets and stars, the creator of the universe.
O effulgent among the effulgent, O Soul of the twelve, I offer my obeisances unto Thee.

O mountain to the east, O mountain to the west.
O lord of the hosts of lights, lord of the day, I offer my obeisances unto thee.

O Jaya, Jayabhadra, Haryashwa, I offer my obeisances to you.
Obeisance to the thousand-part Sun, obeisance to you.

Obeisance to the fierce hero and the bear.
Obeisance to the lotus-enlightened, Obeisance to the Martanda.

O Lord of Brahma, Lord of Acyuta, Lord of the sun, O shining like the sun.
O shining all-devouring, terrible body, I offer my obeisances unto thee.

O destroyer of darkness, destroyer of snow, destroyer of enemies, O immeasurable soul.
O Lord of the lights, destroyer of the ungrateful, I offer my obeisances unto Thee.

O fire like burning gold, O Visvakarma.
Obeisance to the destroyer of darkness, to the tasteful, the witness of the worlds.

He destroys beings, but the Lord creates them.
This one drinks, this one heats, this one showers with rays.

He is devoted to beings who are awake while they are asleep
This very same is the Agnihotra and also the fruit of the Agnihotris.

The Vedas and the sacrifices and the fruits of the sacrifices.
Whatever actions are performed in the worlds, this Sun is the lord.

He helped him in times of calamity, difficulty, love and fear.
O Rama no man gets depressed by chanting his name

Worship Him with one mind, the God of gods, the Lord of the universe.
By chanting this three times thou shalt be victorious in battles.

'O mightyarmed one you will kill Ravana at this very moment
Having said this Agastya departed exactly as he had come

On hearing this the effulgent Rama lost his grief
The selfcontrolled Rama held it with great pleasure

He looked at the sun and chanted, but he was overjoyed.
Having performed three ablutions he purified himself and took up the bow and became valiant.

Seeing Ravana Rama was delighted and approached him for battle
With great effort he was able to kill him.

Then Ravi looked at Rama with a cheerful heart and was overjoyed and said
Having learned of the destruction of the lord of the nightrangers he spoke in the midst of the gods in haste

॥ This is the Aditya-hridaya stotra.







Poetic Rendition:

"The Heart of the Sun"

Upon the field where shadows gleam,
Rama stood lost in battle's dream.
His heart weighed down, his bow unstrung,
Before the lord of Lanka's tongue.

Then came sage Agastya, bright as flame,
Bearing wisdom in the Sun's own name.
"O Rama, " spoke he, "steadfast, hear—
The heart of the Sun shall quell thy fear.

This secret hymn, eternal, pure,
Gives strength that ever shall endure.
By chanting it in faith, O best of men,
Thou shalt rise and conquer again."

He spoke of Him, the radiant One,
The heart of all—the deathless Sun.
Brahma, Vishnu, Rudra's glow,
The seed from which all seasons flow.

He is dawn and dusk, both kind and grim,
Fire's breath and moonlight's hymn.
The watcher of life, the giver of fire,
The soul of the Vedas, the world's desire.

He burns the darkness, scatters sin,
And lights the soul with flame within.
His chariot rolls on golden rays,
He wakes the gods and crowns their days.

To Him the Devas bow in awe,
To Him both good and evil draw.
Rama then gazed at the morning high,
Where the blazing lord adorned the sky.

With folded hands and heart made clean,
He chanted words that none had seen.
His grief dissolved, his courage won,
By grace of the everlasting Sun.

Then raised his bow, his eyes afire,
Rama burned with solar ire;
And Ravana fell, his pride undone—
By Rama's hand and the heart of the Sun.

The gods rejoiced; the heavens rang,
As celestial choirs of victory sang.
Thus ends the hymn that sages spun—
The holy heart of the golden Sun.

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The Heart of the Sun (in Iambic Pentameter)

Upon the field where fury dimmed the day,
Prince Rama stood in doubt, his bow unstrung.
The hosts of gods beheld the looming strife,
As Ravana advanced with dreadful might.

Then came the sage Agastya, calm and high,
A beacon born from dawn's eternal flame.
"O Rama, listen well, " the seer began,
"This secret hymn shall conquer every foe.

Invoke the Sun, whose heart sustains the worlds,
Who burns through sin and sorrow's heavy shade.
He is the lord of gods, the soul of life,
The eye of Brahma, Vishnu, and of fire.

In Him unite the seasons and the stars;
He wakes the sleeping earth with golden breath.
He turns the wheel of time, dissolves the dark,
And from His light all living motion springs.

To Him bend low, whose rays bestow all gain,
The foe of night, the friend of every heart.
He cheers the brave, restores the weary soul,
And guards the righteous in the hour of war.

Then Rama bowed before the morning Sun,
And thrice acclaimed His shining, deathless name.
His grief was gone, his mighty courage rose,
And light divine poured through his noble frame.

He seized his bow, his eyes like flames of dawn,
And faced his foe with unrelenting zeal.
The night's dark lord was broken by his hand,
And heaven rang with songs of victory.

Thus ends the hymn, the heart of living light—
The Sun that burns within both man and god.
By him the worlds endure, by him they end;
To Him we bow, the ever-rising One.

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The Heart of the Sun (Rhymed Pentameter)

On dusty field where silence veiled the sky,
Brave Rama stood amid the glare of hate;
His heart grew faint, his warrior spirit shy,
As Ravana advanced to seal his fate.

Then came Agastya, radiant as the morn,
Whose gaze bore calm from realms of golden flame.
"O Rama, " spoke he, "be thou reborn—
Recite this hymn and thou shalt conquer fame.

The Sun, supreme, the soul of all that lives,
The lord of dawn, destroyer of the shade,
To him bow low; his fire eternal gives
The strength through which all fear and grief shall fade.

He is the breath of Vedas, seer of time,
The eye through which the gods their sight obtain;
Through him the stars in ordered circles chime,
And day and night obey his golden chain.

He burns all sin and heals the fainting heart,
He shines through storm, through birth, through mortal end.
Whatever worlds from darkness sundered start,
On him, the boundless One, their fires depend.

Then Rama turned where morning shone anew,
And thrice intoned the Sun's immortal name.
His grief dissolved, his brow divinely true,
He rose in flame and kindled battle's frame.

The bolts he cast were arrows tipped with light,
The dark one fell beneath his blazing hand;
The gods rejoiced, the heavens crowned his might,
And peace returned again to sea and land.

So ends the hymn, the heart of life and flame,
Where god and man in union stand as one.
By chanting this, the soul ascends to fame,
And finds its dwelling in the endless Sun.

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