Jai Jai Dinadayala Roman

vidhiyukt poojunee karitee puraan shravan.

They offer puja as the rites prescribe, and listen to the Purana's katha;

parimaladravyaansahit pushpamaalaa arpoon.

they offer garlands of flowers with fragrant things,

ghritayuktasharkaraamishrit godhoomachoorn.

and wheat flour cooked with ghee and sugar —

prasaad bhakshan karitaan toon tyaan prasann naaraayan.

as they eat that prasad, You, Narayan, are pleased with them.

shataanande vipren poorvee vrat hen aacharilen.

Long ago the Brahmin Shatanand kept this vrat;

daridr davaduni anteen tyaaten mokshapadaa nelen.

You drove away his poverty, and at the end led him to moksha.

tyaapaasuni hen vrat yaa kaliyugeen sakalaan shrut jhaalen.

From him this vrat became known to everyone in this Kali age;

bhaavaarthe poojitaan sarvaan ichchhit laadhalen.

all who offer puja with a true heart have gained what they wished for.

saadhuvaishyen santatisaatheen tujalaa praarthiyalen.

Sadhu the merchant prayed to You for a child;

ichchhit purataan madaandh hoooni vrat n aacharilen.

when his wish was granted he grew blind with pride and did not keep the vrat.

tyaa paapaanen sankatin padunee duhkhahi bhogeelen.

For that wrong he fell into trouble and suffered;

smriti hoooni aacharitaan vrat tyaa tuvaanchi uddharilen.

when he remembered and kept the vrat, it was You who lifted him out.

prasaad visaruni patibheteelaa kalaavatee gelee.

Forgetting the prasad, Kalavati hurried to meet her husband;

kshobh tujhaa hotaanchi tayaachee naukaa budaalee.

the moment You were displeased, his boat sank.

angadhvajaraayaasee yaapari duhkhasthiti aalee.

In the same way sorrow came upon King Angadhwaj:

mritavaartaa shataputraanchee satvar karnee pariseelee.

swiftly the news reached his ears that his hundred sons were dead.

punarapi poojuni prasaad grahan karitaan tatkshaneen.

When they offered puja again and took the prasad, at that very moment

patichee naukaa taralee dekhe kalaavatee nayaneen.

Kalavati saw with her own eyes her husband's boat rise and float;

angadhvajaraayaasee putr bhetati yeooni.

King Angadhwaj's sons came back and met him.

aisaa bhaktaan sankatin paavasee toon chakrapaanee.

So do You come to Your bhaktas in their trouble, O Chakrapani, who holds the discus.

ananyabhaaven poojuni hen vrat je jan aacharatee.

Those who offer puja with an undivided heart and keep this vrat —

ichchhit puravisi tyaanten deuni santati sanpatti.

You fulfil their wishes, giving them children and plenty.

sanharasee bhavaduriten sarvahi bandhane tutatee.

You destroy the wrongs of this worldly life, and every bond breaks.

raajaa rankaa samaan maanuni paavasi shreepatee.

Holding king and beggar alike, O Shripati, You come to them.

aisaa tav vratamahimaa apaar varnoon mee kaisaa.

Such is the boundless glory of Your vrat — how am I to describe it?

bhaktipurahsar aacharatee tyaan paavasi jagadeeshaa.

To those who keep it with bhakti You come, O Jagadish, Master of the world.

bhaktaanchaa kanavaaloo kalpadrum toon sarveshaa.

Tender to Your bhaktas, You are the tree that grants every wish, O Sarvesha, Master of all.

moreshvarasut vaasudev tuj vinavee bhavanaashaa.

Vasudev, son of Moreshwar, humbly entreats You, who end the round of worldly life.