aaye tere bhawan de de apni sharan aaye tere bahwan
de de apni sharan rahe tujhme magan thamkar
ye charan tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe
tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe
aaye tere bahwan de de apni sharan rahe tujhme magan thamkar
ye charan tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe
tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe

utsav manaye nache gaye utsav manaye nache gaye
chalo maiya ke dar jaye jai mata di jai mata di
jor se bolo jai mata di charo dishaye char khambe bani
hai mandap pe aatama ki chadar tani hai suraj bhi kirano ki
mala le aaya kudarat ne dharti ka aangan sajaya
karke tere darshan jhume dharti gagan sananan gaye pawan
sabhi tujhme magan tan man me bhakti
jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe tan man me bhakti
jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe phoolo ne rango se rangoli
sajai phoolo ne rango se rangoli sajai sari dharti ye sajai
jai mata di jai mata di jor se bolo jai mata di

charno me behti hai ganga ki dhara arti deep lage har ek sitara
purwaiya dekho chavar kaise dulaye
rituaye bhi mata ka jhula jhulaye
paa ke bhakti ka dhan hua pawan ye man karke tera sumiran khule
natar nayan tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe
tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe
aaye tere bahwan de de apni sharan rahe tujhme magan thamkar
ye charan tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe
tan man me bhakti jyot teri haye mata jalti rahe

To your temple I come, grant me sanctuary,
To your temple I come, grant me shelter.
In you, let me be ecstatic, holding
Your feet, in body and mind, devotion's flame,
Mother, ever burning.
In body and mind, devotion's flame,
Mother, ever burning.

We celebrate, dance, and sing,
We celebrate, dance, and sing.
Let's go to the Mother's door,
Victory to the Mother!
Shout it aloud, Victory to the Mother!
The four directions, pillars of praise,
A canopy of spirit stretched above,
The sun arrives, a garland of rays,
Nature adorns the earth's courtyard.
Having seen you, earth and sky sway,
The sacred river flows,
All lost in you, in body and mind, devotion's
Flame, oh Mother, ever burning.
In body and mind, devotion's
Flame, oh Mother, ever burning.
Flowers with colors, rangoli they make,
Flowers with colors, rangoli they make,
The whole earth adorned.
Victory to the Mother! Victory to the Mother!
Shout it aloud, Victory to the Mother!

At your feet, the celestial river flows,
The arati's light, each star a lamp.
The breeze, see, how it sways,
The seasons swing the Mother's cradle.
Having found devotion's wealth, my mind is pure,
By remembering you, my eyes open.
In body and mind, devotion's flame,
Oh Mother, ever burning.
In body and mind, devotion's flame,
Mother, ever burning.
To your temple I come, grant me sanctuary,
In you, let me be ecstatic, holding
Your feet, in body and mind, devotion's flame,
Mother, ever burning.
In body and mind, devotion's flame,
Mother, ever burning.