Sri Venkatesha Suprabhatam

The auspicious dawn hymn to Lord Venkatesha.

Kausalya's blessed son Rama, the morning twilight is arising. Arise, O tiger among men, the daily divine duties are to be performed.

Arise, arise, O Govinda! Arise, O bearer of Garuda on your banner! Arise, O beloved of Lakshmi! Bestow auspiciousness upon the three worlds.

O Mother of all worlds, who dwells upon the chest of the slayer of Madhu and Kaitabha, O beautiful divine form, O gracious mistress who delights in granting boons to the surrendered, O beloved of Lord Venkatesha, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

May your auspicious dawn be, O lotus-eyed one, O you whose face is like a pleased moon, O you worshipped by the consorts of Brahma, Shiva and Indra, O beloved of the Lord of Vrishashaila, O treasure of compassion.

The seven sages beginning with Atri, having performed the twilight worship, take the beautiful lotuses from the celestial Ganges and come to worship your lotus feet. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Brahma, Shiva, Kartikeya, Indra and other gods sing of your deeds like the Trivikrama incarnation. The lord of speech recites the purity of the day from afar. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

A gentle breeze, carrying divine fragrances, blows from the beautiful groves of slightly blooming lotuses, coconut and areca palms. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Opening their eyes, the playful parrots in the beautiful cages, having eaten the leftover plantain fruits and pudding from the pots, recite your name. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Even Narada, with his veena producing sweet and joyful sounds, sings your endless deeds, with speech that is complete and pleasant in hand gestures. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Swarms of bees, with their humming songs mixed with the nectar of flowers, come out from the interiors of the lotuses in the nearby lakes to serve you. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

In the cowherd settlements, as the groups of women churn the excellent curds, the loud sounds of churning arise, and the pots seem to quarrel out of anger. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

The groups of bees that reside in the hundred-petalled lotuses, the friends of the lotus-born Brahma, produce a loud sound like the beating of a drum, as if to steal the beauty of the blue water lily with their own splendor. O Lord of the crown of Sheshachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

O blessed one, granter of desired boons, friend of all worlds, O abode of Lakshmi, O sole ocean of mercy for the universe, O Lord whose chest is the home of the goddess of fortune, O divine form, O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Those who seek liberation, such as Shiva, Brahma, Sanandana and others, with bodies purified by bathing in the holy Swami Pushkarini, stand at your door, their heads bowed by the stroke of your excellent staff. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

They constantly speak of the names of your abode, such as Sheshashaila, Garudachala, Venkatadri, Narayanadri, Vrishabhadri, Vrishadri and others. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Engaged in service, Shiva, Indra, Agni, Yama, Nirriti, Varuna, Vayu, and Kubera, with their hands folded and placed on their heads, shining brightly. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

On the roads, the king of birds, the king of beasts, the king of serpents, the king of elephants, and the king of horses beseech you to increase the greatness of their respective offices. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

The sun, moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, Rahu, Ketu, and the chiefs of the assembly of gods, consider themselves as the servants of your servants, and the servants of the last of your servants. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Those whose heads are filled and shining with the dust of your feet, whose hearts are indifferent to heaven and liberation, become anxious only with the thought of the arrival of a new age to serve you. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Mortals, gazing at the pinnacles of your gateways, and thereby attaining the highest state of heaven and liberation, direct their minds only to the human world for future births to enjoy your presence. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

O Lord of Lakshmi and Earth, O ocean of nectar of compassion and other virtues, O God of gods, O sole refuge of the world in form, O you whose feet are worshipped by Adishesha, Garuda and others, O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

O Padmanabha, Purushottama, Vasudeva, Vaikuntha, Madhava, Janardana, Chakrapani, O you marked with Shrivatsa, O wish-fulfilling tree for the surrendered, O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

O divine form that destroys the pride of Cupid, O you whose glances play upon the budding lotus-like breasts of your beloved, O you whose divine fame is a treasure of pure and auspicious qualities, O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

O you who took the forms of Fish, Tortoise, Boar, Man-lion, O Lord who took the form of Parashurama, the ascetic, O Ramachandra, O Rama who is an incarnation of Shesha, O Krishna, O Kalki, O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Holding golden pots filled with divine holy water from the celestial Ganges, fragrant with cardamom, clove and camphor, the foremost Vedic scholars stand joyfully waiting. O Lord of Venkata, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

The sun rises, the lotuses bloom, birds fill the directions with their calls. The Sri Vaishnavas, ever desiring auspiciousness, seek shelter in your abode. O Venkata, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Brahma and other chief gods, along with the great sages, the saints like Sanandana, and the foremost yogis, stand near your abode holding auspicious objects. O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

O abode of Lakshmi, O unique ocean of flawless qualities, O sole bridge for crossing the ocean of samsara, O known through the Upanishads, O you whose glory is enjoyed by devotees, O Lord of Venkatachala, may this dawn be auspicious to you.

Those human beings who daily recite this auspicious dawn hymn of the Lord of Vrishachala, at the time of dawn, for those who are endowed with remembrance of the Lord, it produces supreme wisdom that easily attains the highest goal.

Now, the hymn of praise to Lord Venkatesha.

O Lord with a unique blue body permanently reddened by the saffron from the tips of Lakshmi's breasts, O lotus-eyed one, O lord of the worlds, O Lord of Venkata Hill, be victorious!

O jewel of the crowns of all gods, led by the four-faced, six-faced, and five-faced, O affectionate to the surrendered, O treasure of essence, O Lord of Vrishashaila, protect me!

O Lord of Vrishashaila, O Hari, quickly protect me, who am filled with hundreds of offenses committed repeatedly, which are unbearable due to their excess, with your supreme compassion.

I do not consider any other deity higher than the beloved of Lakshmi, who, dwelling on Venkata Hill, of generous mind, delights in granting boons beyond the desires of the people, and is declared as the supreme deity by the Vedas.

I do not consider anyone higher than the son of Vasudeva, who is surrounded by hundreds of millions of cowherd maidens captivated by the sound of his sweet flute, who is equal to millions of cupids, who grants joy desired by every cowherd girl.

O repository of delightful qualities, O son of Dasharatha, O sole wielder of the bow in the world, O firm-minded one, O lord of the Raghus, O Rama, O lord of Lakshmi, O mighty Lord, be a bestower of boons, O god, O ocean of compassion.

I meditate on Rama of the Raghus, whose hand is delightful to the daughter of the earth, whose lotus face is beautiful like the moon, and who is the sun to the darkness of the king of night-rangers, the glorious one.

Leaving aside Rama, the scion of the Raghus, who is beautiful-faced, friendly, easily accessible, joy-giving, with a beautiful younger brother, a beautiful body, and unfailing arrows, I would never worship any other, at any time, in any way.

Without Venkatesha, there is no lord, no lord. Always I remember Venkatesha, I remember. O Hari Venkatesha, be gracious, be gracious. O Venkatesha, grant what is dear, grant.

Coming from afar with the desire to bow to your lotus feet, I perform service. Grant me the fruit of eternal service through this single service, grant it, O Lord Venkatesha.

All faults have been committed by me, who am ignorant. O Hari, forgive me, forgive me, O crest-jewel of Sheshachala.

Now, the act of surrender to Lord Venkatesha.

I bow to the supreme beloved of the Lord of Venkata, Vishnu, the Lord of this world, who delights in always dwelling on his chest, who increases his forbearance, whose pair of hands are adorned with lotuses, who is seated on a lotus, who shines with maternal affection and other virtues, the goddess Lakshmi, the mother of the universe.

O blessed one, ocean of compassion, creator of all worlds, omniscient, omnipotent, affectionate to the bowing, possessor of all, O Lord, of good nature, easily accessible, wish-fulfilling tree for the surrendered, I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet adorned with fragrant flowers placed in anklets, which diffuse fragrance, with even and beautiful placement, which are gentle and ever new to experience even after constant meditation—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that instantly make the comparison with a fully bloomed lotus, rich in dense color and fragrance, appear as if disputing the claim in bold terms—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The soles adorned with auspicious lines representing the flag, nectar pot, umbrella, thunderbolt, goad, lotus, wish-fulfilling tree, conch, and discus, which are symbols of the supreme reality—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that surpass the ruby in the luster of their copper-red soles, that outshine the sapphire with their outer beauty, and that eclipse the moon's light with the rays from their rising nails—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that, even when massaged with love and reverence by the tender hands of Lakshmi, cause her immediate fatigue due to their exquisite tenderness beyond the reach of speech and mind—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that have absorbed deep redness from the transfer of the rosy hue from the tender hands of Lakshmi, Earth, and the divine consorts like Nila, who are of corresponding splendor—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that perform the great act of waving lights with the sprouts of light from the brilliant new gems embedded in the tips of the crowns of Brahma, Shiva and others, who bow eternally—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that are praised as the highest abode of Vishnu, and are also enjoyed as honey in the Vedas, and which you showed again with the palm of your hand saying "so be it"—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

The feet that you yourself, as the charioteer, showed to Arjuna saying "Take refuge in these feet," and now again you have shown them to me with your hand—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

Your feet are equally placed on my head, on the hood of Kaliya, in the fearsome forests, on the peak of Venkatadri, on the head of the Vedas, and in the hearts of those whose minds are single-pointed—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

These feet of yours, adorned with unfading and joyful flowers scattered on the ground, serving as ornaments of the peak of Venkatadri, delighting all minds and eyes—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

These feet of yours, which are the first resort for the surrendered people, which seem like nectar to them like a mother's breast to an infant, and which, though incomparably different from each other yet equal, are matched together—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

These feet of yours, whose lotus is constantly served by the purest ones, whose compassionate sidelong glance crosses the ocean of samsara, have been shown to me by the gentle and accessible teacher—I take refuge in the feet of Lord Venkatesha.

O Lord of Shri, O Lord of Vrishagiri, may I be your servant, for you are the means and the goal, shining as the one to be attained, and I am always surrendered to you who possess flawless qualities; may I never belong to myself.

Now, the auspicious benedictions to Lord Venkatesha.

Auspiciousness to the beloved of Lakshmi, to the treasure of auspiciousness, to the treasure for the supplicants, to the dweller of holy Venkata, to the abode of Lakshmi.

Auspiciousness to Venkatesha, whose eyes are bewildering with the playful glances of Lakshmi's beautiful eyebrows, and who is the eye of all worlds.

Auspiciousness to the abode of Lakshmi, whose feet are the auspicious ornament of the peak of Venkatadri, and who is the abode of all auspiciousness.

May there be auspiciousness to Venkatesha, who always captivates all minds with the wealth of beauty in all his limbs.

Auspiciousness to the glorious Venkatesha, who is eternal, flawless, of the nature of truth, consciousness and bliss, and the inner self of all.

Auspiciousness to Venkatesha, who is naturally omniscient, omnipotent, the supreme possessor of all, easily accessible, and of good nature.

I offer auspiciousness to Venkatesha, who is the supreme Brahman, the fulfiller of all desires, the supreme Self, and the highest reality.

Auspiciousness to Venkatesha, who is the form of immortal nectar that never satiates those who ceaselessly perceive the truth of the Self until the end of time.

Auspiciousness to the glorious Venkatesha, who, with his hand and out of compassion, generally points out his own feet as the refuge for men.

Auspiciousness to Venkatesha, who sprinckles the universe with his cool sidelong glances like the waves of a river of compassion-nectar.

May there be auspiciousness to Venkatesha, whose form radiates the beauty of garlands, ornaments, garments and weapons, and who removes all afflictions.

Auspiciousness to Venkatesha, who became disenchanted with Vaikuntha, and who sports with Lakshmi on the banks of the Swami Pushkarini.

Auspiciousness to the abode of Lakshmi, who dwells in the hearts of the great sages like the illustrious Sundara Jamatr, and who is the abode of all worlds.

May there be auspiciousness to him, who is honored by all the previous Acharyas, headed by my own Acharya, who are dedicated to offering auspicious benedictions.