LOVING GOD!

Did not He honor the Pea-Cock's feather

         On the ruby-decked diadem?

Did not He keep the flute of reed

         On his flowery lips?

Did not He wear the garland of pethy plant's leaf

          On a par with the matchless diamond?

Did not He wear the jelly-spun cloth

          On His azure body divine?

What forbids with loving devotion

          The master to serve?

Caste or Creed, pelf or position

Are not matters to nerve!

LET ME CHANT... O! GOD!

Let me chant thy name forever and ever

Lest the pang preceding death

Should Choke the throat

And forbid me from singing thy Praise!

As a bird is kept in a golden Cage

    Inside a happy house

To sing notes so sweet

So! My Lord! Let my soul be put in the cage

Of Thy Lotus feet

To seek the honey of Thy Name so sweet!

శ్రీ గణేశ స్తుతి

అంకము జేరి శైలి తనయా స్తన దుగ్ధములాను వేళ బా

 ల్యాంక  విచేష్ట తొండమున నవ్వలి చన్గబళింపబోయి యా

 వంక కుచంబు గానకహివల్లభహారముగాంచి వేమృణా 

ళాంకుర శంక నంటెడు గజాస్యుని గొల్తు నభీష్టసిద్ధికై. 

Seated in the lap of the Mountain's Daughter,
Sucking the breast-milk in childish eager,
Trying to play with the other bubble
Finding the snake for the bubble
Takes it for a Lotus-stem
That Lord with an Elephant's head; to Him
I pray as my sire
To grant me my heart's desire!