ambar ke niche darti darti ke niche patal
purn saristi mil jaye patal me jab aaye buchal
hey maiya bavani re aa ma syama rani jago re jago
ambar ke niche darti darti ke niche patal

sada dahakate angaro pe hum chalte hai
apni bairi ko hum sama nahi karte hai
dekhega kon yaha kal ka savera
ye bhi hai tera vo bhi tera
nayay ki devi dawar pe tere anyay na ho
anyay na ho anyay na ho
hey maiya bawani re aa ma syama bawani re jago re jago
ambar ke niche darti darti ke niche patal

aaj ram ka nam aur adarsh mita do adarsh mita do
dharti se mit gaya agar adarsh ram ka
mahanta mit jayegi ma tere naam ki
is yug ka yugpurush agar balidan ho gaya
teri sakti fir na rahegi kisi kam ki
maut dur se chali aa rahi
maut dur se chali aa rahi hath pasare
antim aksan aa gaya kis ka pyare
hey mata hey mata mere jivan dan tere sahare tere sahare
ambar ke niche darti darti ke niche patal
purn saristi mil jaye patal me jab aaye buchal
hey maiya bavani re aa ma syama rani
jago re jago jago re jago jago re jago

Beneath the sky, the earth resides,
And deep below, the underworld hides.
When chaos churns, the abyss awake,
And all creation, its slumber forsakes.
Oh Mother Bhawani, rise, Ma Shyama, wake, awake!
Beneath the sky, the earth resides,
And deep below, the underworld hides.

On burning coals, we tread our way,
Our foes, we never choose to sway.
Who here will glimpse the dawn's first light?
Both are Thine, in darkest night.
Oh, Justice's goddess, at Thy gate,
Let not injustice seal our fate.
Let not injustice, let not its hold.
Oh Mother Bhawani, rise, Ma Shyama, wake, awake!
Beneath the sky, the earth resides,
And deep below, the underworld hides.

Today, let Ram's name, His ideals, fade,
Let ideals fall, their mark unmade.
If from the earth, Ram's ideals depart,
Then greatness, Mother, from Thy heart
Will also fade, its brilliance dimmed.
If this age's hero is now consumed,
Then Thy great power, of no avail it seems.
Death, from afar, is drawing near,
Death, from afar, with open hand, we fear.
The final hour has come, my dear.
Oh Mother, Mother, on Thy grace I lean,
On Thy support, to see what is to be seen.
Beneath the sky, the earth resides,
And deep below, the underworld hides.
When chaos churns, the abyss awake,
And all creation, its slumber forsakes.
Oh Mother Bhawani, rise, Ma Shyama, wake, awake!
Beneath the sky, the earth resides,
And deep below, the underworld hides.