Mudakaraatha Modakam Sada Vimukti Saadhakam Kalaadharaavatamsakam Vilasiloka Rakshakam Anaaya Kaika Naayakam Vinasitebha Daityakam Nataasubhasu Naashakam Namaami Tham Vinaayakam.
I salute that remover of obstacles, Who has modakas in his hand Who always bestows salvation Who wears a part of moon on his head Who protects this world which is varied, Who is the leader of those who cannot be lead, Who is the cause of destruction of asuras, And who destroys all things which are not good.
I bow before that great Lord permanently, Who creates fear in the enemies of his devotees, Who sparkles like the just risen Sun, Who is saluted by Gods and Asuras Who destroys obstacles of his devotees, Who is the God of all devas, Who is the God of all wealth, Who is the God of all elephants, And who is the leader of the army of Lord Shiva.
Samasta Loka Samkaram Nirasta Daitya Kunjaram Daredarodaram Varam Vare Bhavaktra Maksharam Krupaakaram Kshamaakaram Mudaakaram Yasaskaram Manaskaram Namaskrutaam Namaskaromi Bhaasvaram.
I bow to that Ganapati who shines like the Sun, Who bestows peace to all the worlds, Who removed the Gajamukhasura from this world, Who has a very big paunch, Who has an elephant-face which blesses, And who is the one who shows kindness Who is tolerant Who is full of blessing, And who showers great fame, To those who salute Him.
I salute the very ancient elephant-god Who destroys the wants of the have nots, Who has been worshipped since ancient times, Who is the eldest son of the lord who destroyed cities, Who eats away the pride of the enemies of the gods, Who is awesome at the time of final deluge, Who wears serpents like Dananjaya as ornaments, And who is fierce like the elephant in rut.
Nitaantikaanta Dantakaanti Mantakaanta Kaatmajam Achintya Rupa Mantaheena Mantaraaya Krintanam Hrudantarey Nirantaram Vasantameva Yoginam Tameka Danta Meva Tam Vichintayaami Santatam.
I always meditate only on that God with single tusk,, Who is ever lustrous tusk is very pretty, Who is the son of Lord who killed the god of death, Who has a form beyond ones imagination, Who is endless, Who tears asunder all obstacles, And who dwells forever in the heart of Yogis , Like the season of spring.