haath bhi jab nahin hil saken
saaz bhi jab nahin paas ho
maut bhi ho saamne khadi
mushkil me aur har saans ho

man ke mandir me jalti rahe
geet sangeet ki aarti
man ke mandir me jalti rahe
geet sangeet ki aarti
mujhko vardaan de, mujhko vardaan de
maata saraswati, maata saraswati
man ke mandir me jalti rahe
geet sangeet ki aarti
aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa
aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa

geet gaane se hi to yahaan
mitataa hain dard praan ka
mitataa hain dard praan ka
jisko kehte sangeet ham
roop hain ye bhagwaan ka
roop hain ye bhagwaan ka
mujhko vardaan de, mujhko vardaan de
maata saraswati
man ke mandir me jalti rahe
geet sangeet ki aarti
aa aa aa aa aa aa
aa aa aa aa aa aa

haath bhi nahin jab hil sake
saaz bhi jab nahin paas ho
saaz bhi jab nahin paas ho
maut bhi ho saamne khadi
mushkil me aur har saans ho
mushkil me aur har saans ho
mujhko vardaan de, mujhko vardaan de
maata saraswati
man ke mandir me jalti rahe
geet sangeet ki aarti
man ke mandir me jalti rahe
geet sangeet ki aarti
geet sangeet ki aarti

When hands are stilled, a frozen plea,
And instruments are lost to me,
When death itself stands at the door,
And every breath is struggle's core...

May music's flame forever gleam,
A vibrant, sacred, inner stream,
Within the temple of my soul,
Let song's bright offering make me whole.
Grant me this boon, this holy grace,
O Mother Saraswati, in this sacred space.
May music's flame forever gleam...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

Through song alone, the spirit finds
Release from pain that binds and grinds.
Release from pain that ever grinds.
The music that we call our own,
A holy form divinely shown.
A holy form divinely known.
Grant me this boon, this holy grace,
O Mother Saraswati, in this sacred space.
May music's flame forever gleam...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

When hands are stilled, a frozen plea,
And instruments are lost to me,
And instruments are lost to me.
When death itself stands at the door,
And every breath is struggle's core,
And every breath is struggle's core.
Grant me this boon, this holy grace,
O Mother Saraswati, in this sacred space.
May music's flame forever gleam,
May music's flame forever gleam,
Song's offering, a vibrant stream.