Yajamahe Parshwanath Stotram -

Yajamahe the healer of the poisoned sting, Of anger, pride, deceit—each deadly thing. As Dharanendra shielded you from rain, Lift your devotees from sorrow’s chain.

Yajamahe the prince who left the golden throne, To sit in silence, motionless, alone. Through direst pain, with equanimous grace, The effulgent one, the refuge of our race. Yajamahe Parshwanath Stotram

Yajamahe the lotus-eyed, the calm and pure, Whose canopy of seven hoods makes fear obscure. O Lord of snakes, destroyer of inner night, We bow to you, the source of wisdom’s light. Yajamahe the healer of the poisoned sting, Of

Yajamahe the mantra’s hidden seed, "Om Hrim Parshva" – fulfilling every need. Your gaze bestows the four-fold gift so grand: Right faith, right knowledge, right conduct – close at hand. Through direst pain, with equanimous grace, The effulgent

(A Hymn of Reverence to the Serene Lord)