Having polished the mirror of my heart
with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet,
I sing the pure fame of the best of the Raghus,
which bestows the four fruits of life.
Knowing this body to be devoid of intelligence,
I recall the Son of the Wind.
Grant me strength, wit, and wisdom,
and remove my sorrows and shortcomings.

Shree -Guru
Charana - feet
saroja -lotus
raja -dust
nija – own
manu - heart
mukuru -mirror
sudhaari –purify
Having polished the mirror of my heart
with the dust of my Guru's lotus feet,

Shree Gu-ru cha-ra-na sa-ro-ja ra-ja
Ni-ja ma-nu mu-ku-ru sud-haa-ri
Ba-ra-naun Rag-hu-ba-ra bi-ma-la ja-su
Jo daa-ya-ku pha-la chaa-ri
Bud-hi hee-na ta-nu jaa-ni-ke
Su-mi-raun pa-va-na ku-maa-ra
Ba-la bud-hi vid-yaa de-hu mo-hin
Ha-ra-hu ka-le-sa bi-kaa-ra
Si-yaa va-ra Raa-ma-chan-dra pa-da jai sha-ra-nam