kathin tapasya ki bhagirath ne
karne pitaro ka uddhar
pragat huyi tab ganga mata
sun kar uski deen pukar
mai tasna hun
aaj dhara par aana mujhko
hai swikaar
kaun hai aisa sattubaani
jo sah sakega mera bhaar
prabhu shul pani bipatti ke harta
mahadev sambhu hai bhay nash karta
tumhara ye aatatv tumhi ko pukare
nayan apne kholo abhay do hey data
kanth me garan bhi dhara tha tumne
sheesh me dharo pavitra ganga
maha siva siva

itlake chal di ye ganga
balkha ke chal di yeh ganga
dhwal bastra dhaare
lehrake chal di
gagan thartarane laga
jagan jagmane laga
nandanvan bhi mit gaya
suro me tahalka macha
garajti barasti ye ganga
pralay ban ke chal di ye ganga
utarne jatao me shiv ki
dhun me magan apni ganga
mathegi ye sheesh shiv ka
itna bada garb iska

uchalti ganga ki uddanta ko
shiv ji ne tirchi nigaaho se dekha
ganga ka shiv ne ghamand todne ko
jatayo ko apni lapeta kuch aise
ghutne laga dam usi pal kyu ki
bandi bani gang unme

For the fathers' release, Bhagirath toiled,
A penance of fire, a spirit unfoiled.
Then Ganga arose, a celestial gleam,
Answering his plea, a whispered dream.
"I am She," she declared, her essence unbound,
"To Earth I descend, on hallowed ground.
Who dares to bear my overwhelming might?
Who'll shoulder my weight, and endure my light?"

Shiva, the Trident-bearer, dispeller of dread,
Mahadeva, Shambhu, by fear unled,
Your form, your creation, to you it cries,
Open your eyes, grant courage to our sighs.
In your throat you held the poison's sting,
Upon your brow, let Ganga sing.
Maha Shiva, Shiva.

Ganga danced forth, with a playful sway,
In robes of white, she found her way.
The heavens trembled, the world took hold,
Oblivion vanished, a story told.
The celestial choir, in rapture, cried,
Roaring and pouring, where all things died.
A flood she became, a storm unleashed,
To descend on Shiva's tangled fleece.
Lost in the rhythm, her spirit free,
To crown Shiva's head, eternally.
Such pride she held, in her watery grace.

Shiva, with a gaze, both knowing and deep,
Beheld Ganga's arrogance, while secrets sleep.
To humble her pride, her ego to tame,
He trapped her within his matted mane.
Her breath was stolen, her power withdrawn,
Within his locks, she was forever born.