Sri Ganesha Bhujangam

raNatkShudraghaNTAninAdAbhirAmaM

chalattANDavoddaravatpadmatAlam

lalattuNDilAngopariavyAlahAraM

gaNAdhIshmIshAnasUnuM tamIDe || 1 ||

dhvanidhavanISAlAyallAsivaktram

sprachchundaNDaUllasadBIjapUram

galaddarpasaugdhyalOlAlimAlaM

gaNAdhIshmIshAnasUnuM tamIDe || 2 ||

prakAsajjapAraktaratnaprasUna-

-pravAlaprabhAtAruNajyotirekam

pra lambodaraM vakratuNdaikadantaM

gaNAdhIshmIshAnasUnuM tamIDe || 3 ||

vichitrasphuraradnamAlAkiriTam

kirItUllasachandrareKHAvibhUSham

vibhUaikabhUShaM bhavadhvAnahetum

gaNAdhIshmIshAnasUnuM tamIDe || 4 ||

udaNchadbhujAvallarIdRShyamUlo-

-chaladbhRulatAvibhramabhrAjadakSham

maratusundarIchAmaraiH sevyamAnaM

gaNAdhIshmIshAnasUnuM tamIDe || 5 ||

sphuraM niShthurAlolapiNgAxitArAm

kripAkomalodArAlIlAvatAram

kAlAbindugaM gIyate yogivaryai-

-r gaNAdhIshmIshAnasUnuM tamIDe || 6 ||

yamekAxaraM nirmaLam nirvikalpaM

guNAtImAmAnadamAkarashUnyam

paraM pAromkAramAmnAyagarbhaM

vandaM pragalbhaM purANaM tamIDe || 7 ||

chidAnandasAandrAyA shAntAya tubhyaM

namo vishvakartre cha harte cha tubhyam

namo'anantalIlAya kaivalyabhAse

namo vishvabIja prasIdeshasUno || 8 ||

imaM sustavaM prAtarutthAya bhaktyA

paTheyastu martyo labhetsarvakAmAn

gaNeshaprAsAdena sidhyanti vAcho

gaNeshe vibhau durlabhaM kiM prasaMne || 9 ||

English Translation

With the resounding sound of small bells, delightful to behold,

Moving with the rhythm of dance, adorned with a garland of lotus flowers,

With a beautiful ear-ornament dangling from his cheek,

I bow to the Lord of Ganas, the son of Shiva.

With the sound of the lute destroying all other sounds, whose face is lovely,

With his chest marked by the splendor of the trident, filled with the essence of the seed mantra,

With a chain of bells around his elephant neck, shining with beauty,

I bow to the Lord of Ganas, the son of Shiva.

Radiant like the sun, adorned with rubies and flowers,

Shining with the brilliance of a thousand sunrises,

With a large belly and a single curved tusk,

I bow to the Lord of Ganas, the son of Shiva.

Wearing a magnificent crown studded with sparkling gems,

Adorned with a crescent moon on his crown,

With a single ornament that is the cause of the destruction of worldly existence,

I bow to the Lord of Ganas, the son of Shiva.

With raised arms that are the source of all beauty,

With restless eyes that dart like a frightened deer,

Served by beautiful celestial maidens,

I bow to the Lord of Ganas, the son of Shiva.

With fierce and playful glances of his eyes,

With a belly soft from compassion, appearing in playful forms,

This sage, who sings of the ocean of arts,

I bow to the Lord of Ganas, the son of Shiva.

They say that He is the single syllable 'A', pure, without duality,

Beyond qualities, full of bliss, devoid of the vowel 'A',

The Supreme, the essence of Om, the womb of the Vedas,

I bow to that great, ancient Purusha.

Salutations to Thee, O mass of consciousness and bliss, O peaceful one,

Salutations to Thee, O Creator of the world, O Destroyer,

Salutations to Thee, O one of endless play, O embodiment of liberation,

Salutations to Thee, O source of all beings, O beloved son of Shiva.

Whoever, rising at dawn, reads this excellent hymn with devotion,

Shall obtain all desires that mortals seek,

Through the grace of Ganesha, speech becomes successful,

What is difficult to obtain, O Ganesha, what is not achieved by effort?