ma meri ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
dard apne ki kahani, bin tere kisko kahe
ambe ma jagdambe ma, babbar sherowali ma

maa tere bhawno ke paas, jharno ka to shor hai
maa tere bhawno ke paas, jharno ka to shor hai
tere mandiro pe sada rahti ghata ghanghor hai
ma meri ma, sherowali ma
apne hi baago me aa ke baithi hai kyu patjhade
ambe ma jagdambe ma, babbar sherowali ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma

pyaasi hai nadiya v nahre, kuen ko paani ki pyaas
pyaasi hai nadiya v nahre, kuen ko paani ki pyaas
bund bhar paani nahi, sara hi gaon baitha udaas
ma meri ma, sherowali ma
pyaasi dharti, log pyaase, pyaase ye jaayen kahan
ambe ma jagdambe ma, babbar sherowali ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, unche mandiro waali ma

ma aj tere bahgat bhi pani ke ghunt ko taraste
ma aj tere bahgat bhi pani ke ghunt ko taraste
be-juba baccho ke ma ankhiyo se aansu baraste
ma meri ma, sherowali ma
ro rahi kanya kumaari, sisak rahi hai dulhane
ambe ma jagdambe ma, babbar sherowali ma
dard apne ki kahani, bin tere kisko kahe
ambe ma jagdambe ma, unche mandiro waali ma

jotawali ma agar hume bich andhere rahna
antim hai ardaas ye maiya fir na tujhko kahna
teri shakti na maanu jo ab bhi megh na barsa
kahe pujaran teri, tera naam koi nahi lega
naam koi nahi lega, naam koi nahi lega
nahi lega, nahi lega, nahi lega, nahi lega

ambe ma jagdambe ma, hai tere rang birange ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, hai tere rang birange ma
bol baksh de ambe ma
bakshanhaar hai bande ma
dukho ke din beete ma
aa gaye hai din achhe ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, hai tere rang birange ma
ma tujhpe balihaari jaaun
tera naam pukaari jaaun
maiyaa tu hai har ek jaa
kaise teri sidhhi karun
ambe ma jagdambe ma, hai tere rang birange ma
beet gaya ye dukh ka sama
aa gayi hai ab sukh ki chhanv
pani hi pani har gaon
gaaye naache sara gaaon
bacche budhe aur jawa
tere rang birange ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
unche bhawno wali ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
babbar sherowali ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
thandi pawano wali ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
jalti jotawali ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
sacchi jotawali ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma
jalti jotowali mata, teri sada hi jay
unche bhawno wali mata, teri sada hi jay
ambe ma jagdambe ma, ambe ma jagdambe ma

Mother, my Mother,
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Whose tale of pain shall I tell, if not to You?
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Lion-riding Mother.

By Your temples, the waterfalls roar,
Over Your shrines, dark clouds forever pour.
Mother, my Mother, Lion-riding Mother.
Why does Autumn sit within Your own gardens?
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Lion-riding Mother,
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.

Thirsty are rivers and streams, wells crave water,
Not a drop remains, the whole village sits in despair.
Mother, my Mother, Lion-riding Mother.
The earth thirsts, the people thirst, where shall they go?
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Lion-riding Mother,
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Mother of lofty temples.

Your devotees now thirst for a single gulp,
The voiceless children's eyes weep tears that gulp.
Mother, my Mother, Lion-riding Mother.
The maiden weeps, the brides are now sighing.
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Lion-riding Mother,
Whose tale of pain shall I tell, if not to You?
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Mother of lofty temples.

Jota's Mother, if we must dwell in darkness still,
This last prayer, Mother, I shall not speak to You again.
If Your power fails to summon the clouds to pour,
Your priestess says, none will sing Your name anymore.
None will sing Your name, none will sing Your name,
Will not, will not, will not.

Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Your colors so bright,
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Your colors so bright.
Speak and grant us grace, Ambe Maa.
You are the giver of grace, Mother.
The days of sorrow have passed, Mother.
The good days have arrived, Mother.
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Your colors so bright.
Mother, I am devoted to You.
I sing Your name.
You are in every soul.
How can I attain Your grace?
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Your colors so bright.
This time of sorrow has passed.
The shade of happiness has come.
Water, water in every village.
The whole village sings and dances.
Children, the aged, and the young.
Your colors so bright, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Mother of lofty temples, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Lion-riding Mother, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Mother of cool breezes, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Mother of burning flames, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Mother of true flames, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.
Mother of burning flames, victory to You always!
Mother of lofty temples, victory to You always!
Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa, Ambe Maa, Jagadambe Maa.