Invocation to Krishna — son of Devaki, worshipped by Bhishma and the Pandavas, lotus-eyed embodiment of consciousness. O king, best of Raghus, beloved of the gods, our Chennigaraya of clever means — protect us ever.
O God of gods, son of Vasudeva, sole lord of the world who delights Lakshmi, bowed to by the good and full of all virtues — beloved of Shiva, slayer of Ravana, foe of demons — protect us ever.
Of matchless conduct, an ocean of compassion, kinsman of devotees, filling yogis' hearts, ever blissful and Veda-praised — lotus-navelled Mukunda, crusher of Mura, refuge of men, purifier of the three worlds — protect us ever.
Praised by Brahma, bowed to by Indra, auspicious in deed, forgiver of sins, worshipped by all, the universe itself — of boundless valour, Sita's beloved, reclining on the serpent, Garuda-borne, lotus-born — protect us ever.
Reclining on the milk-ocean, of peaceful form and varied thought, lover of the gopis, stealer of butter, bearer of the discus, far from worldliness — father of Manmatha, stealer of hearts, lovely-formed, slayer of foes, beloved of Tumburu and Narada, giver of boons — protect us ever.
Lotus-eyed Parashurama, plough-bearing Balarama, Dasharatha-Rama dark as rainclouds, abode of virtues, boundless — lover of Sama song, golden-aboded, Indra-created, O Kama, moon of the solar race — protect us ever.
Known through the Vedas, delighting in flute-song, bearer of Mandara, slayer of Madhu, imperishable foe of Kamsa, greatly glorious — lord of Yadus, Yasoda's delight, surpassing protector of Prahlada, giver of boons — protect us ever.
Imperishable refuge of the good, protector of people, marked with Srivatsa and Kaustubha, giver of liberation, punisher of crooked demons, lotus-eyed one — Garuda-borne, sided with the gods, best of Vedic lords, friend, lord of all — protect us ever.
Dweller of Chitrakuta, friend of Vishvamitra, protector of rites, sun-and-moon-eyed, of noble conduct and virtuous form, worthy vessel — slayer of the earth's burden, threader of deceitful plots, supremely pure, Arjuna's friend of wonderful word — protect us ever.
Auspicious-natured dispeller of sin's darkness, sun-like, Garuda-horsed, breaker of foes' pride, wave of fame, blue-bodied consort of the destroyer — beloved of Angada, father of Manmatha, trampler of Kaliya, glancing with boundless compassion, O Narasimha — protect us ever.
Son of Dasharatha, dweller of Vaikuntha city, lord of three worlds, destroyer of sin, supremely playful slayer of all lords — Vasudeva, sun-like, radiant as a hundred, ornament of the Yadu line, bowed to by Parashara — protect us ever.
Jasmine-bud-toothed, supremely blissful Hari, Govinda bowed to by Sanaka and Sananda, binder of the ocean, bearer of Mandara — Lakshmi's lord, Arjuna's friend, lotus-navelled, worshipped by Indra, sword-rooted Mukunda — protect us ever.
Hewer of Bana's arms, destroyer of Ravana's life, holy-named, most ancient of persons in the Puranas, skilled, filling atom and mote — gracious lord of earth, discus-handed bearer of Pandavas' cause, creator of the world — protect us ever.
Dark-hued, vast, virtuous-natured, guardian of sages' clans, playful with Lakshmi, trident on the heads of foes like Shishupala, garlanded with wildflowers — primal cause, stainless, beneficent to Yadavas, cowherd of countless tender pastimes — protect us ever.
Treasury of the serpent-city's earth, apportioner of strategy and mission, swiftly won over by the Pandava king, boundless in war — reached by yoga, ocean of being, serpent-bearer, knower of the Garuda mantra, strange physician of worldly ills — protect us ever.
O Rama praised by exalted gods, I your foot-servant bow prostrate in love and submit this plea. We are well in this great earth — convey tidings of welfare from your lotus feet — protect us ever.
What of those blessed ones who even now live gloriously in service, honouring refugees, O Hara, great God? What of yogis who, craving fortune, discard liberation and know not how to worship you? — protect us ever.
I compose this tale of devotion's essence so Hari's devotees may exult — whoever writes and reads it with method gains their desire. It shows liberation's abode and cherishes Hari's devotees — guard us ever in devotion with a true mind.
Lotus-eyed one, your form shines in waves within the wondrous nectar-ocean of names on earth. Good poets employ it; I lack their greatness — grant auspiciousness to the good-minded and protect us ever.
As experts rear a parrot's chick in a cage, teaching it soft words and delighting to hear them — so instruct my mind, and sounding on my tongue, grant praise of your name-garlands — protect us ever.
How may I praise the telling of your name's virtues and true deeds — countless in simile, of boundless valour? The Vedas attend without finding your feet, O serpent-recliner, lord of all — protect us ever.
I know not the holy path of Veda, Shastra and Purana; in disputation I know no guru or elder, dull-minded that I am. O primal form, full of rising compassion — grant me dawn of wisdom in my heart's courtyard — protect us ever.
Verse 23 — ஹஸிவரிது தாய் தந்ந ஶிஶுவிகே̀ ஓ̀ஸே̀து மோ̀லே̀…
ஹஸிவரிது தாய் தந்ந ஶிஶுவிகே̀ ஓ̀ஸே̀து மோ̀லே̀ கோ̀டுவம்தே̀ நீ போஷிஸதே̀ பேரிந்நாரு போஷகராகி ஸலஹுவரு। பஸிரோ̀ளகே̀ ப்ரஹ்மாம்டகோடிய பஸரிஸித பரமாத்ம நீநே̀ம்துஸிருதிதே̀ வேதகளு ரக்ஷிஸு நம்மநநவரத
Who but you nurses us, as a mother who knows her child's hunger presses him to her breast and feeds him? The Vedas breathe that you are the Supreme Self who spread the crores of universes within the womb — protect us ever.
You made the pride of the fourteen worlds grow through one son against the two wicked ones — O cause of all causes. The two famed merciful ones uphold all beings — protect us ever.
Husband of Lakshmi, father of Manmatha, Brahma-born; Gauri — sister of elder Sharada — whose husband Shiva, with all gods your servants. Ever has Maya been your maid; you are kinsman to the moving and unmoving universe — protect us ever.
Without the ocean's daughter knowing, what business have you wandering here passionately, with no cause in the world? Guarding your devotees, you roam — without drowning us in this ocean of being — protect us ever.
hastivāhananādiyāda samasta devanikāyadòl̤agè praśāstanāvanu ninna vol śaraṇāgatara pòrèva| hasta kalita sudarśanadòl̤arimastakavanil̤uhuva parāpara vastuvallavè nīnu rakṣisu nammananavarata
Garuda-borne, first among the proud host of gods, you are the praised one — like you, who protects refugees? With discus learnt in hand, lowering foes' heads, are you not the supreme and the beyond? — protect us ever.
Who in the world is like you, able both to grant boons to foes and to take back the given? Who else is virtuous — who in battle has ever conquered you in this world, O God? — protect us ever.
Some, hating the good, pleased Shiva's feet with penance and won boons — yet you granted immortality even to those who warred against you. Who in battle has won against you? — protect us ever.
Binding Bali, favouring the crying dame, granting her imperishability, suckling and then taking the demon child's life — turning stone into woman, spoiling Tripura damsels' vows: well done — protect us ever.
In childhood's strength slaying some demons, then discarding the discus, through Pandu's sons lightening earth's burden in youth — you delighted the three worlds — protect us ever.
Abiding in all, beloved among the good, kinsman of Yadus, foe of demons — you had Bhima and Arjuna slay the whole Kaurava clan. You are the mighty one — protect us ever.
Charioteer of Arjuna on the field, you made a lake for thirsty horses and had Saindhava slain by the crowned one's hand. Striking off his head, you restored it to his father — O most daring one — protect us ever.
bavaradali khatigòṃḍu gadèyòl̤u kavidu ninnaśrutāyudhanu hòkkavaghaḍisi hòydāḍi tannāyudhadi tā maḍida| vivaraveno til̤iyè ī māyavanu nīne ballè ninnāyavanu ballavaruṃṭè rakṣisu nammananavarata
Struck in battle, mace-wielding, your unheard-of weapon blunted, he dueled and died by his own arm. What detail is there — you alone know this Maya, and who knows your ways? — protect us ever.
Wedded to earth, kinsman among Yadus, you had brother-like Abhimanyu slain in the thick of battle. You grieved his sister, harassed her kin, yet earned fame among them — protect us ever.
You had Arjuna slay Karna — raised apart from his mother, told his clan-secret in mystery. Is this justice or injustice, Maya-mantled one — you alone know justice — protect us ever.
Verse 38 — கோ̀ல்லபகே̀தவநாகி நீ ஹகே̀யல்லிஸக்யவ பே̀ளே̀ஸலது…
Seeking to kill you, he never befriended foes — no good in that, none in the Yadu line knows your nature. Do you not sport among Golla women — is everyone in the world equal to you? — protect us ever.
Ruling your slayer's son, sporting amid sixteen thousand virtuous wives caught in love's snare — staging every art of love, you shone and purified the world — protect us ever.
If you do not grace me, what use is karma — is there regard in the bee-and-insect rule? If you grace me, what is a mountain, what is straw — why brood afterwards? — protect us ever.
èṣṭumāḍalu munna tā paḍèdaṣṭuyèṃbuda lokadòl̤u matigèṭṭa mānavarāḍutiharā mātadaṃtirali| paṭṭavāriṃdāytu dhruvanigè kòṭṭa vara tappitè kucelanigiṣṭa bāṃdhava nīnu rakṣisu nammananavarata
Why do deluded men of the world prattle that what was got before is got now? Did Dhruva's rank or Kuchela's gift-boon ever fail — you are kin to devotees — protect us ever.
A hunter, killing others in lust of body, chanted a few letters of your name — blessed among sages, fulfilled, once you graced him, what sin remains? — protect us ever.
You favoured with grace the wicked one who came behind your devotee, O embodiment of mercy, they say. Those emperors who worshipped you — good, virtuous, wealthy — have the here and the beyond — protect us ever.
What does Maruti's son lack, honoured with Brahma's post for fighting peerless Ravana? Who gives like you, O generous one — therefore I trust in you — protect us ever.
Verse 45 — ஶிவஶிவா நீ மாடிதுபகாரவநு மரே̀தவரும்டே̀ பாபதி…
ஶிவஶிவா நீ மாடிதுபகாரவநு மரே̀தவரும்டே̀ பாபதி நவே̀தஜாமிளகோ̀லித ப்ராணவியோக காலதலி। ஜவநவர கைகோ̀ப்பிஸதே̀ காய்தவந்நு நீ மாதவநு மிக்காதவரிகும்டே கருண ரக்ஷிஸு நம்மநநவரத
Shiva, Shiva — who has forgotten your aid? At life's ebb you favoured even sinful Ajamila. Without handing him to Yama's men, you guarded him — are you not Madhava, merciful to the rest? — protect us ever.
Best of men who wedded the begotten daughter, mind-born one welcomed by guru's wives, ungrateful uncle, my brother-in-law — you who saved the sage's wife from lust at the right hour, did liberation come to the supplicant? — protect us ever.
No saying suffices — 'he is here, he is not there' — inside and out, you never leave; this some few know. Knowers here revere every devotee; to the non-bowing wicked there is no good end — protect us ever.
Verse 48 — ஸிரிய ஸம்பத்திநலி நீ மைமரே̀து மதகர்வதலி தீநர…
In Lakshmi's wealth, forgetting yourself, scorning the poor with proud, merciless sidelong glances — Hara, Hara — will you, famed generous giver of boons to the shelterless, abandon your title, father? — protect us ever.
dīna nānu samasta lokakè dāni nīnu vicārisalu matihīna nānu mahāmahima kaivalyapati nīnu| ena ballènu nānu nèrè sujñānamūruti nīnu ninna samānaruṃṭè deva rakṣisu nammananavarata
I am poor, you the giver to all worlds; I am witless, you greatly glorious, lord of liberation. What do I know — you all-knowing idol, is any god your equal? — protect us ever.
taral̤atanadali kèlavu dina durubharada garvadi kèlavu dina maimarèdu nimmaḍigèragadādènu viṣayakel̤iyali| narakabhājananāgi kāmāturadi paradhana parasatigè mana harida pāpava kal̤èdu rakṣisu nammananavarata
In childhood's days of sport, in prideful youth's days, forgetting your feet I revelled in sense-objects. Fit for hell, my mind stolen by lust for others' wealth and wives — wash away my sin — protect us ever.
Forgetting you in prosperity, in adversity I cry 'Hari!' and win through — my mind single, never away from your feet. Having strayed outward, will you forget — does a cow forget her calf out of love? — protect us ever.
Verse 52 — தாருணிகே̀ வர சக்ரவர்திகளாரு மம்தி ந்ரு'பாலகரு…
You bear the world; that you are full of samsara, the Vedic host declares among gods, men and serpents. Who is free, who but you grants release — O true guru, lord of the world — protect us ever.
gativihīnarigāru nīne gati kaṇā patikarisikòḍu sadgatiya nīnèlè deva ninagaparādhi nānalla| śrutivacanavāḍuvudu śaraṇāgatara sevakanèṃdu ninnanu mativiḍidu naṃbidènu rakṣisu nammananavarata
Who but you is refuge to the refugeless — take and grant me the good path, O God, I am no offender against you. The Vedas say your servant serves refugees — holding you in mind, I trust — protect us ever.
Now or later, this body is unreal — know this and abandon wife, home and gossip. Drowned in passion and greed, heedless of what's ahead — I seek your company — protect us ever.
Who ordained this fate in the mother's womb of flesh and blood for nine months? Are you not my guardian — while you, ocean of mercy, exist, why fear Brahma? — protect us ever.
Born among beasts, trees, birds, insects, aquatics — spare me, now that I am human. Slay me not through Yama, O foe of Mura — for those who worship you with love, what cause is there to kill? — protect us ever.
Dwelling undeceived in this five-element body, why call past karma's fruit mere delusion? Are there yet any shining ones — know this: you who missed all the world are miserly, O Krishna — protect us ever.
Wandering through states of urine-pits by many karmas, seeing no fruit of rank, I lost the field — my body. Yet you love me; in your closeness, drawing me with affection, you never abandon Mukti's lady — protect us ever.
I took up many bodies, grew weary of bearing, disgusted, without seeing your feet, I tossed and pined. Dying, being born, being born to die — end this circling trouble, win my heart, O supreme Person — protect us ever.
Today in this birth you are kin; approached in past births, may you be lord of births to come. No body-bond is ever yours — you are my refuge, I submit — protect us ever.
Countless mothers nursed me — who can count those milk-drops? They seem more than seven seas. Lo, the lotus-born himself set these snares — release me from the nooses he made — protect us ever.
I see no good in birth and death, I am hurt and pained, alas — regarding me kindly as the supreme thing, are you not my guardian? While you, ocean of mercy, exist — why fear Brahma? — protect us ever.
Five wretched men harass me up close — will you not look after me? That is unseemly. Serving your holy feet closely, pray remove my sin — come in your true form and love me — protect us ever.
While you dwell undeceived in this body joined of the five elements and twenty-five principles — relish and take up, without division, the stored good karma the soul has earned — protect us ever.
Mind well the house made of flesh from an eight-span body, eight-crore hairs, sixty-eight crores of joints. Kinsman, once you leave, they cover it — a dry corpse — what fruit or purpose is in the body? — protect us ever.
Bathing, twilight prayer, meditation, chanting, penance, gifts, dharma, helping others — is there any other refuge for one sunk in base deeds? Whatever one does, without liberation-knowledge there is nothing — be yourself the cause of devotion — protect us ever.
Anger settled in the body is sin indeed; sinking in hell's pit for misdeeds is certain — scripture's verdict. Yama never lets go without torment — seeing the faultless, guard your fame — protect us ever.
All moving and unmoving consciousness dances on your string; missing your string, buds only bud. Henceforth we have no freedom — blessed everywhere, I avow all deeds good and bad as yours — protect us ever.
Knowing you as master, I became wicked, not worshipping your feet, my mind ever snared by wife-and-children love. Whose are wife and children — you own this body — hold my hand in joy and never leave — protect us ever.
Countless rut-faced foes afflict and torment grievously — O slayer of sins, am I not your servant, are you not kinsman of the poor? Is there mercilessness in you? Look — protect us ever.
I see none who, advancing past Yama's hordes, cry for help; the lotus-born's head was cut and diced. The edged axe roams the cremation ground — you are the great rod, O God of gods — protect us ever.
Verse 73 — ஶக்தியம்புது மாயே̀ மாயாஶக்தியது தநுவிநலி நீ நிஜ…
ஶக்தியம்புது மாயே̀ மாயாஶக்தியது தநுவிநலி நீ நிஜ முக்திதாயகநிரலு ஸுகதுஃகாதிகளிகாரு। யுக்தியோ̀ளகிதநரிது மநதி விரக்தியலி பஜிஸுவகே̀ முக்திகே̀ பக்தியே காரணவு ரக்ஷிஸு நம்மநநவரத
What is called power is Maya; though Maya's power is in the body, you truly grant liberation — who cares for joy and sorrow? Knowing this rightly, to one who worships detached in mind, devotion itself is the cause of release — protect us ever.
The three gunas sprouted therein as the three forms, shining, making creation, stay and dissolution, then merging — you who joined the three forms into one and rested on the banyan leaf in the deluge waters — protect us ever now.
Like a bubble on water, this body appears and hides — I have drowned in samsara's vast ocean; take me. Show me the unmoving bliss-state, join me — who else but you is our kin? — protect us ever.
Can it stand covered? Like rolling off a mirror in a moment, this body falls — bound by this noose called self. I am bound in affection — what fruit is there in your sleeping? Lest it go against devotees — protect us ever.
Hearing is sore trouble — is a life of hardship life? Like ash exposed to scorching wind is this samsara's rise. For one who would live, serve abundantly and dwell immersed in devotion — that befits living — protect us ever.
Bearing a body, rising in manifold delusion, himself shut out from release, sunk in sense-objects — 'this body is not samsara,' says the deluded man who lusts — brave talk of a braggart — protect us ever.
Trusting the perishable body, lusting after sense-things, agitated, living in fear of Death's approach — knowingly bringing your name-garlands to the tongue and washing sin — that life is good — protect us ever.
Of a hundred years' life, fifty gone in nights, thirty in feeble childhood and boyhood. The rest, twenty-odd leftovers of sense-organs — show them to you as they are — protect us ever.
Homeless, bearing countless bodies, there is no place he has not roamed, no language left unspoken, nothing new or uneaten, no pithless thing — such has the body's roaming become — protect us ever.
As a tower's weight is borne showing the clay doll's form — who can bear samsara's burden this way? Calling himself mighty, man walks the wrong path — you are the universe-pervading one — protect us ever.
The tree came from the seed, the seed from the tree — in this world of seed-and-tree justice, who can tell them apart? You know the wonder — shining within you, sprouting forth, bowed to by gods' king's son — protect us ever.
Like leather dolls of four kinds made, within it uncounted — sixty-four lakh marks of caste and creed. All beings of every name and mark show forth in the world by your name — protect us ever.
While the self dwells in the house plastered and tightened with flesh walls and skin cover over the frame of bones and marrow — after the camp leaves, seeing the stump burning in the cremation ground, can one trust? — protect us ever.
To the lockless city with nine gates, open unshut day and night, while the soul dwells — casting off everything swiftly, at departing time, will even these know the tune? Only you — protect us ever.
On the chariot of two turning wheels with five loosened pins rides the three-natured virtuous one to the chariot's fore. If a pin slips and falls and timing fails, its remedy lies within you — protect us ever.
Verse 88 — பிகித ரகுதத ரோமகூபத தோ̀கல கோடே̀ய நம்பி ரோகாதிகள…
Trusting the fort of skin over bound blood and hair-pores, besieged by diseases, life has come to seize. When grim Yama's men come, lift Death's might away, raise this great siege — protect us ever.
Making sharp-nosed gate-men the guards of the eight-moated city with nine-gated doors — while you dwell unknown within, in the heart-lotus, is the soul's village ever empty? — protect us ever.
My tongue cannot tell — neighbours plunder neighbouring lands, alas, seizing captives and spoils. While this body knows not how to live, before the fort-dwellers fall — protect us ever.
Tongue, nose, eyes, forehead, feet, hands — servants rooted in the body's primal maker. Sporting playfully till the end, when time expires, favour for it lies within you — protect us ever.
Why mourn the dead — their bearers and parents must themselves die and go; why should the rest grieve? Death courts your back — what will you do now, O ancient ferryman? — protect us ever.
Kneading earth within earth into dolls, delighting them, feeding souls on earth's food — do not join to earth the body bound in earth; grant it the seeing eye of wisdom — protect us ever.
Dwelling merciless in the wasting body, ever the great giver — be favourable. Like a weaned, motherless child left wailing — O giver of care, abandon me not — protect us ever.
I know neither birth's beginning nor death's manner at the end; claiming great skill in the middle is a joke hereafter. You who know beginning, end and middle, father of Manmatha — I desire your feet — protect us ever.
In this pithless body, this worthless frame where you roam and at last depart — escaping far, I sent forth mere words; who in life acclaims it, alas? — protect us ever.
Two eggs arose in creation's manner, spreading the mass-universe in gross, causal, subtle bodies. Clinging within your pores lie all the worlds, O lord of the universe — protect us ever.
In a day within the body move the sun-breaths — eleven thousand six hundred in seven parts. Bringing it into the circle below, pouring the stream — you are the sages' host's heart — protect us ever.
They depart, crying 'dirt, dirt' in agitation; wandering urine-pits, seeing no fruit of rank, I lost the field — my body. Plunged in water, dirt won't wash off this body; while you dwell in it, is there impurity? — protect us ever.
In mere ego, missing the mark of truth, scorning your servants — what fruit in reading Veda, Purana, Shastra? For men's evil-done sins to end, your name-remembrance alone suffices — protect us ever.
'Leftovers, leftovers,' they say — is not water a leftover? Are not aquatics leftovers? Is not the calf's milk leftover? Where is there anything that is not another's leftover — what else is there to deem leftover, O God? — protect us ever.
Hearing Hari's tale on hearing, speaking Hari's bhakti, holding firmly in mind to your feet's service — serving, burying sense-things, befriending the true beloved of release, show grace — protect us ever.
Ever-fresh Achyuta on this earth — I sang, not desiring fame, in a humble lady's manner. Delighting moralists, with love, to listeners — O foe of demons, Chennigaraya, giver of joys — protect us ever.
The Bharata told by Badarayana, marked with the seal of Keshava-murti of the holy city, first among doers — whoever on earth hears it with heart and joy — the primal form, lord of the best city, favours them ever — protect us ever.
As long as mountain ranges, earth, water, fire, wind, sky, lotus-friend, moonlight and stars endure — may your tale, unwavering, shine on earth in fitting manner, O handsome Chennigaraya — protect us ever.
A hundred maiden-gifts, Ganga baths, loving gifts of cows to Brahmins, granting hundred-village townships — such fruit accrues to whoever hears Haribhaktisara's tale — protect us ever.
The merit of giving Meru-like golden mountains, of women, Gayatri, cattle in mid-waters — to whoever daily reads this devotion-sara, Adikeshava grants handsome boons — protect us ever.
lokadòl̤agatyadhikavènisuva kāginèlèsiriyādikeśava tā kṛpèyòl̤agè nuḍidanu ī bhaktisāravanu| jokèyali barèdodikel̤dara nākuladi mādhavanu karuṇipa śrīkamalavallabhanumigè biḍadādikeśavanu
Kaginele's indwelling Adikeshava graciously spoke this Haribhaktisara. Whoever writes, reads and hears it attentively — Madhava in heaven shows grace, never leaving Lakshmi's lotus-beloved — protect us ever.
Auspicious be the all-pervading first being, auspicious the protector of all, auspicious he who dissolves the world within himself, auspicious the all-free, auspicious the truth-formed, auspicious Chennigaraya Kesava, Lakshmi's lord — protect us ever.
Auspicious be the primal form of the world, auspicious the famed meritorious one, auspicious the discus-wielder who tore the crocodile. Auspicious be Draupadi's guardian, auspicious Dhruva's king's beloved, auspicious Belur Chennigaraya Kesava — protect us ever.
Victory to the lotus feet worshipped by Indra, victory to the soul praised by city-lords, victory to the one reached by great sages' yoga, victory to the cloud-dark bodied one, victory to Janaki's lotus-faced friend, victory to the moon-and-sun-eyed one, victory to Jagannatha, victory, victory to Chennakeshava.
Haribhaktisāra is a Kannada devaranama, composed by Kanaka Dāsaru, addressed to Vishnu — a Devaranama. It is presented here in Devanagari, Roman (IAST), Kannada, Telugu, Tamil, each verse with its English meaning. Source text: Kannada Wikisource (haribhaktisAra).
Also known as: Haribhaktisara.
A Haridasa saint-poet of Karnataka and disciple of Vyāsatīrtha, celebrated for his socially reformist devaranamas and works such as the Haribhaktisāra, composed under the signature "Ādikeśava" / "Kāginele Ādikeśava".
Haribhaktisāra is a Kannada devaranama (devotional hymn), composed by Kanaka Dāsaru, addressed to Vishnu, of 111 verses. On Avabodhak every verse is shown with its English meaning, so you can understand the text line by line as you read.
How do I pronounce Haribhaktisāra correctly?
Avabodhak presents Haribhaktisāra in Devanagari, Roman (IAST), Kannada, Telugu, Tamil alongside IAST Roman transliteration that marks every long vowel (ā, ī, ū) and conjunct consonant. Reading the Devanagari text with the IAST line lets you follow the exact pronunciation syllable by syllable, and the guided practice mode replays it line by line.
What is the word-by-word meaning of Haribhaktisāra?
Avabodhak pairs each verse of Haribhaktisāra with its English meaning, and the practice view breaks lines into individual words — so you learn what each word means, not just the overall sense.
Who composed Haribhaktisāra?
Haribhaktisāra is attributed to Kanaka Dāsaru.
In which scripts can I read Haribhaktisāra?
Haribhaktisāra is available in Devanagari, Roman (IAST), Kannada, Telugu, Tamil on Avabodhak, each with English meaning and IAST transliteration.
Can I chant or practice Haribhaktisāra online?
Yes — Avabodhak offers a free reading view plus guided practice and word-puzzle modes to help you chant and memorise Haribhaktisāra.