A Plea to Hanuman

You, in whom India,

(or whatever is left of Her)

Finds shelter in distress;

You, who are revealed

In a most magnificent form

Of the Celestial Simian;

You who are faster than thought,

Strong as the thunder,

Subduer of the senses;

You, who are Guardian

To the Gates of God’s abode,

The ever-awake sentry of Rama –

Deliver us from this plague,

From the constant curses

Of paper-jackals and monstrous brutes!