sachchedhan chintamani jai jai omkara
vishnu maheshwar jai vishwa dharaa
vidhya vidhya ramana sachit sukh saara
swaanadesha bhagwan de charni thaara
jai dev jai dev jai jai jai

jaani janardhan ya john
super sitara yahan kaun
sukh karta dukh harta
rashan paani bharta
mumbai ka king bolo kaun
gannu rocks

jai dev jai dev jai mangal murti
tab darshan maatre ho bhakti spurti
jai dev jai dev jai dev jai dev

nirbal ko shakti nirman ko bhakti
deta hai daata tu har man ko mukti
chattan chaahe ho ho chaahe chinti
charno mein tere yeh disco hai karti

chanda chakora ya chor
chhora gali ka ya mor
shukh karta dukh harta
raashan paani bharta
mumbai ka king bolo Kaun
gannu rocks

jai dev jai dev jai mangal murti
tab darshan maatre ho bhakti ispurti
jai dev jai dev jai dev jai dev

shish mahal ho ya jhingur ki chali
godam chini ho ya sone ki thali
shish jhukaye minnat lagaye tere eksar diwali
shish mahal ho ya jhingur ki chali
godam chini ho ya sone ki thali
shish jhukaye minnat lagaye tere eksar diwali
jaani janardhan ya john
super sitara yahan kaun
sukh karta dukh harta
rashan paani bharta
mumbai ka king bolo kaun
gannu rocks
vidhya vidhya ramana schit sukh saara
swaanadesha bhagwan de charni thaara
jai dev jai dev jai jai jai

True wealth, a gem of thought, Om's praise resounds,
Vishnu, Maheshwar, the world your grounds.
Knowledge, wisdom, the bliss profound,
In your embrace, oh Lord, our souls are bound.
Victory to the divine, victory, victory.

Known as Janardhan, or John,
Whose star shines brightest, here begun?
He brings the joy, he takes the pain,
Provides the food, sustains the rain.
Mumbai's king, can you name the one?
Gannu rocks.

Victory to the divine, a form of grace,
At your sight, devotion finds its place.
Victory to the divine, victory, victory.

To the weak, your strength you impart,
To the humble, devotion of heart.
You grant release to every soul's part,
Whether rock or ant, a brand new start.
Your feet, the dance, a sacred art.

The moon and the partridge, or a thief's dark plea,
The boy from the street, or the peacock free,
He brings the joy, he takes the pain,
Provides the food, sustains the rain.
Mumbai's king, can you name the one?
Gannu rocks.

Victory to the divine, a form of grace,
At your sight, devotion finds its place.
Victory to the divine, victory, victory.

A palace of mirrors, or a cricket's den,
A sugar warehouse, or a golden pen.
Bowing heads, imploring, year after year,
A divine festival, forever near.
A palace of mirrors, or a cricket's den,
A sugar warehouse, or a golden pen.
Bowing heads, imploring, year after year,
A divine festival, forever near.
Known as Janardhan, or John,
Whose star shines brightest, here begun?
He brings the joy, he takes the pain,
Provides the food, sustains the rain.
Mumbai's king, can you name the one?
Gannu rocks.
Knowledge, wisdom, the bliss profound,
In your embrace, oh Lord, our souls are bound.
Victory to the divine, victory, victory.