Hari Stuti is all about Praising Glories of Lord Sri Hari, The Creator and Protector of the whole Universe. Many Saints and noble souls attained Liberation in this life by offering supreme love and devotion at lotus of feet of Sri Hari and Guru. Let's offer our supreme love and gratitude to Sri Hari. This blog is a collection of various devotional lyrics collected authored by Saints from different parts of India. Offering my humble gratitude to all the Saints for this Lyrics full of Chaitanya.
O son of Shiva, O son of Shiva, O child of Girija (Parvati), O child of Girija, O remover of obstacles, please protect me.
O beloved son of Parvati, Moraya! O Gajanana, O Gajavadana (Elephant-faced Lord), remover of obstacles, O remover of obstacles, please protect me.
🪔 Reflection : This bhajan is a simple, powerful call to Lord Ganesha—the first friend we remember before any new beginning. By saying “Shivanandana” and “Girijasute,” we are not just praising Him, we are feeling close to Him, like a child calling out to a loving protector. “Vighna Vinashaka Paalayamaam” is a soft prayer from the heart: Remove my troubles, and hold me safely. In Indian culture, Ganesha is always worshipped first, because He clears the path and brings steady wisdom. This song reminds us that life will have hurdles, but we don’t have to face them alone. When we surrender with trust, even big fears become small. What obstacle are you carrying today in your mind? Can you place it at Ganesha’s feet and breathe freely? May His grace guide your steps gently and surely. 🙏
Which clan do you belong to, O Ranga? No one can truly know.
No one can say which lineage is Yours— You appear as a cowherd tending cows, Yet You bring the divine Parijata flower From heaven for Your beloved.
Born in Gokula, You grazed the cows, Played the flute and enchanted beasts and birds. With childlike play You uprooted trees, Leapt again and again, And opening Your mouth, You showed Your mother the seven worlds within.
You slipped into the homes of the cowherd women, Playfully stealing butter. You drank the poison of the cruel Putana And gently destroyed evil. A bird became Your vehicle, A serpent Your resting bed. You are Shiva’s grandson, The charming one with a tender smile.
You are said to be the son of the bear-maid, And the ocean’s daughter is Your queen. You begged for the earth, Yet You are the lord of all seven worlds. You came riding upon a boat, Stood upon the shore of the ocean, And showed special grace to Madhva— O Lord Hayavadana.
🪔 Reflection
This beautiful composition by Sri Vadiraja Tirtha sings of a God who refuses to fit into neat labels. “Which clan do You belong to?” the poet asks, and then gently smiles—because the answer is that the Divine cannot be boxed into birth, status, or category. Krishna appears as a simple cowherd, playful and mischievous, yet within Him rest all worlds. He steals butter, dances with joy, and at the same time destroys poison, pride, and darkness. This is the heart of bhakti: God is close, intimate, and human-like, yet endlessly vast.
Sri Vadiraja, a great saint of the Madhva tradition, reminds us that the Lord bends easily toward love. He sides with devotees, walks into their homes, accepts their offerings, and even becomes “one of them.” How often do we limit the Divine based on our ideas, rules, or expectations? Can we allow God to surprise us, to come in simple forms, through small moments, through childlike wonder? This song gently invites us to drop our rigid notions and meet the Lord where love is pure and the heart is open—quietly resting in that sweetness.
O best among ascetics, compassionate giver, Sri Guru Raya Raghavendra, Protect me, protect this fragile body that sings your praise, You who shine like the moon that dissolves illusion.
I wandered from place to place, exhausted in the end, Praising everyone I met, Until at last I found the firm conclusion—only you are the true refuge.
Where does discipline truly live for someone like me, Caught in desire and weakness? O one of immense glory, I am just a simple soul, I know only one thing—your sacred Name.
I know no mantras, O Lord of Mantralaya, I do not know hidden spiritual methods, You who stand within the heart and gently guide from inside— O Anantaadrisha, I know only this much.
🪔 Reflection:
Sri Guru Raghavendra is remembered by devotees as a source of steady grace and quiet assurance. He is the Guru who listens when the heart is tired and responds when words fall short. This bhajan begins by calling him Yati Varadendra, the great ascetic who grants refuge, and immediately turns into a sincere prayer for protection. The repeated cry “Kaayo” is not ritualistic—it is deeply human, asking the Guru to protect both body and mind, and to remove illusion just as the moon softens the darkness of night.
Anantaadrisha Vittalaru, a composer from the Haridasa tradition, speaks with rare honesty. He does not claim discipline, purity, or knowledge of mantras. He admits wandering, exhaustion, and weakness before desire. What remains constant is his faith in the Guru’s name. This simplicity is the strength of the Dasa path, where devotion matters more than qualification. The Guru is not distant or demanding, but compassionate and accessible.
The bhajan gently teaches that spiritual life begins with humility. When many supports fail and effort feels insufficient, remembrance itself becomes enough. Sri Raghavendra is seen not only as the Lord of Mantralaya, but as a guiding presence within the heart. The song leaves us with a quiet truth: even one sincere call to the Guru can bring rest, clarity, and trust back into life.
I will sing the fearless song of the formless Divine.
I will steady myself in the firm posture of the root-lotus,
and reverse the flow of the breath inward.
This is the fearless, attributeless path.
I will still the mind and quiet possessiveness,
and harmonize the five elements within.
This is the fearless, attributeless path.
I will purify the ida, pingala, and sushumna channels,
and bathe at the inner confluence of the three.
This is the fearless, attributeless path.
I will gather the powers of the five senses and their many forms,
and bind them all to a single thread of awareness.
This is the fearless, attributeless path.
At the summit of inner emptiness, the unstruck sound resounds,
and the many inner melodies reveal themselves.
This is the fearless, attributeless path.
Says Kabir, listen carefully, O seekers—
the banner of victory has been raised within.
This is the fearless, attributeless path.
🪔 Reflection
Saint Kabir lived in 15th-century Kashi during a time of deep religious divisions, ritual rigidity, and social hierarchy. Born into a weaver’s family and shaped by both Bhakti and Sufi streams, Saint Kabir rejected outer labels of religion and caste. His songs were not written for courts or scholars, but sung in streets, homes, and gatherings of ordinary people who were searching for truth beyond fear.
This profound composition by Saint Kabir is not merely a song; it is a map of inner awakening. Kabir speaks the language of fearless truth, where the Divine is not an object of worship outside us, but a living presence discovered within. The words nirbhay (fearless) and nirgun (formless) point to a state where the seeker drops all labels, fears, and borrowed identities. Through yogic symbols—the root lotus, inward breath, subtle channels, and the inner Triveni—Kabir gently reminds us that real pilgrimage happens inside the body and mind. In these lines, Kabir gently refers to ida, pingala, and sushumna—the three inner currents that shape our inner life. Ida represents calm and reflection, pingala stands for action and energy, and sushumna is the quiet center where balance happens. To “bathe” at their meeting point is to rest in inner harmony, where effort and ease come together. Kabir reminds us that when these flows are balanced, fear drops away naturally, and the formless truth reveals itself in simple stillness.
Kabir lived in a time when social divisions and ritual pride were strong, yet his voice cut through all walls. He asked seekers to gather the scattered energies of life and tie them to “one single thread.” That thread is awareness. When the mind becomes steady and attachments loosen, fear naturally dissolves. Sung with depth and restraint by Mahesh Kale, the bhajan invites us to listen slowly and inwardly. In our daily rush, can we pause and bring our scattered thoughts back to one quiet center? What fears fall away when we stop clinging and simply observe? Kabir assures us that when attention becomes one-pointed, the formless begins to sing through us. The song ends, but the silence it opens stays with us.
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