O, with curved trunk, vast of form,
Whose light outshines a million suns,
Grant me, O Lord, a path unmarred,
In all endeavors, always done.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Victory, O Lord, to you we claim.
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Victory, O Lord, to you we claim.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
Show us a miracle this day,
Let all behold, and come to pray,
Whispering your name, in awe they'll stay.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
This is devotion, not a clamor loud,
No force is here, among the crowd.
None is greater, near or far,
Than you, our guiding, shining star.
Lord of the gods, you are the all,
To you our offerings, we enthrall.
We come with questions, plates of grace,
With flowers, lamps, and fruits we chase.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
You are our refuge, our protector true,
With us you stand, in all we do.
This, our devotion, a mighty force,
A boundless power, charting our course.
Your devotees, your loyal band,
Fear not the world, on shifting sand.
None shall obstruct, no one shall chide,
From sorrow's depths, our souls confide.
Grant us this boon, this holy hour,
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your power.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
Show us a miracle this day,
Let all behold, and come to pray,
Whispering your name, in awe they'll stay.
Victory to Ganesha, victory to your name,
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
Mother is Parvati, child of the mountains,
Father Mahadeva, source of all fountains.
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