maati ke putle ko manav ke praan diye parbhu tumne
maati ke putle ko manav ke praan diye parbhu tumne
wo mahima kaun maane tori govind re
wo mahima kaun jaane tori maadhav re
wo mahima kaun maane tori govind re
wo mahima kaun jaane tori maadhav re
maati ke putle ko manav ke praan diye parbhu tumne
wo mahima kaun maane tori govind re
wo mahima kaun jaane tori maadhav re

badi tedhi unchi nichi lambi dhagriya
kuch sambhal sambhal badhte chalo badi dur nagriya
badi tedhi unchi nichi lambi dhagriya
kuch sambhal sambhal badhte chalo badi dur nagriya
le de utha koi uske pahle
ha ha le de utha koi uske pahle
shri venkatesh dekh paaye najriya
shri venkatesh dekh paaye najriya
shri venkatesh dekh paaye najriya
maati ke putle ko manav ke praan diye parbhu tumne
wo mahima kaun maane tori govind re
wo mahima kaun jaane tori maadhav re

daude bel kaise bache matke saath mein
ham hari naam le to nahi vipat raah mein
daude bel kaise bache matke saath mein
ham hari naam le to nahi vipat raah mein
uske hote na duvidha koi baat mein
hame uske hote na duvidha koi baat mein
hame uska hua sath to bhay naa sath mein
hame uska hua sath to bhay naa sath mein
maati ke putle ko manav ke praan diye parbhu tumne
wo mahima kaun maane tori govind re
wo mahima kaun jaane tori maadhav re

You breathed life into clay,
Lord, you gifted a soul to the form.
Who can fathom Your glory, Govinda?
Who can comprehend Your illusion, Madhava?
Who can fathom Your glory, Govinda?
Who can comprehend Your illusion, Madhava?
You breathed life into clay,
Lord, you gifted a soul to the form.
Who can fathom Your glory, Govinda?
Who can comprehend Your illusion, Madhava?

The path winds, steep and long,
A journey far, where shadows throng.
Carefully tread, with mindful feet,
Lest the final city, you fail to meet.
Give and take, before the fall,
Before the breaking of the wall.
Sri Venkatesh, may we see,
May your presence, set us free.
Sri Venkatesh, may we see,
May your presence, set us free.
Sri Venkatesh, may we see,
May your presence, set us free.
You breathed life into clay,
Lord, you gifted a soul to the form.
Who can fathom Your glory, Govinda?
Who can comprehend Your illusion, Madhava?

As the bullocks run, the pots remain,
With the Lord’s name, we traverse pain.
As the bullocks run, the pots remain,
With the Lord’s name, we traverse pain.
With Him, no doubt shall remain,
With Him, no doubt shall remain.
With His company, fear is slain,
With His company, fear is slain.
You breathed life into clay,
Lord, you gifted a soul to the form.
Who can fathom Your glory, Govinda?
Who can comprehend Your illusion, Madhava?