priye pransharir
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
priye pransharir

ye chakshu tere chanchal chanchal
ye chakshu tere chanchal chanchal
ye kuntal bhi shyaamal shyaamal
ye adhar dhare jivan jvaalaa
ye rup chandr shital shital o kaamini
o kaamini prem visheshh kare yadi
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
priye pransharir

ho sanchit punyo ki aashaa
ho sanchit punyo ki aashaa
sun vyathit hirday ki mridu bhasha
sarvasvt samarpan kar de ham
karo purn hamaari abhilaashaa
gaj gaamini
gaj gaamini dur klesh kare yadi
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
priye pransharir

ham bhramar nahi is yauvan ke
ham bhramar nahi is yauvan ke
ham yaachak hai man upavan ke
ham bhaav pushp karte arpan
saakaar karo sapne man ke
man mohini
man mohini man me pravesh kare

yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
yadi aap hame aadesh kare to
prem ka ham shri ganesh kare
priye pransharir

Beloved, breath-body, beloved, breath-body,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
Beloved, breath-body.

Your eyes, so restless, restless,
Your eyes, so restless, restless,
Your dark tresses, so shadowed, shadowed,
Your lips, hold life's own flame,
Your form, like moonlight, cool, cool, O woman of desire,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
Beloved, breath-body.

Hopes amassed from virtues' store,
Hopes amassed from virtues' store,
Hear the tender tongue of a wounded heart,
All we possess, we give,
Fulfill our longing's core,
O she of the elephant's gait,
O she of the elephant's gait, drive away sorrow,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
Beloved, breath-body.

No delusion are we of this youth,
No delusion are we of this youth,
We are beggars of the mind's own garden,
We offer blossoms of feeling,
Make real the dreams of the heart,
Enchantress,
Enchantress, enter the heart,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
If you but give the word,
Love's genesis we'll start,
Beloved, breath-body.