O Ganges, river of celestial grace,
Thy waters flow with tales of ancient lore,
From snow-clad peaks to plains where time's embrace
Has marked thy course in myths forevermore.

Thou art the lifeblood of this sacred land,
A liquid hymn to gods and mortals sung,
In thee, the pulse of India's heart and hand,
Through ages past, thy holy praises rung.

From Vishnu's toe to Shiva's matted hair,
Thy birth is whispered in the temple’s halls,
A river borne from heaven's tender care,
Whose touch absolves and purifies all souls.

On thy banks, the faithful come to pray,
To wash away the sins of mortal strife,
In rituals of dawn and twilight's...