ambe tu hai jagdambe kaali
jai durge khappar waali
tere hi gun gaye bharti
ho mayya hum sab utare aarti
ambe tu hai jagdambe kaali
jai durge khappar waali
tere hi gun gaye bharti
ho mayya hum sab utare aarti

tere jagat ke bhakt janan par
pidh padi hai bhari
danaw dal par tut pado
maa karke singh sawari
so so singho se tu balshali
he dus bujhao wali
dukhiyo ko tu hi to saharti
ho mayya hum sab sab utare aarti

maa bete ka hai is jag bada hi nirmal nata
maa bete ka hai is jag bada hi nirmal nata
put kaput sune hai par na mata suni kumata
sabpe amrit barsane wali sabko harshane wali
nayya bhawar se utarti
ho mayya hum sab sab utare aarti

nahi mangte dhan or daulat
na chandi na na sona
nahi mangte dhan or daulat
na chandi na na sona
hum to mange ma tere man me
ek chota sa kona
sab pe karuna barsane wali vipda mitane wali
satiyo ke sat ko sawarti
ho mayya hum sab sab utare aarti

ambe tu hai jagdambe kaali
jai durge khappar waali
tere hi gun gaye bharti
ho mayya hum sab utare aarti
ambe tu hai jagdambe kaali
jai durge khappar waali
tere hi gun gaye bharti
ho mayya hum sab utare aarti
ho mayya ambe ji ho mayya ambe ji

You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.

Upon your world, your devotees descend,
Heavy is the suffering, the trials without end.
On demons, you fall, a lioness's might,
A hundred lions, in your power and light.
With ten arms, you, a fortress of grace,
You comfort the sorrowful, in every time and space.
You lift us from the depths, and guide us to shore,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, forevermore.

The purest bond, in this world's embrace,
Is the mother-son, in time and space.
Sons may stray, but a mother's love remains,
Never a mother, who inflicts pains.
You shower blessings, a nectar divine,
You bring joy to all, your love will shine.
From the whirlpool of life, you set us free,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, eternally.

We seek not riches, nor worldly gain,
Neither silver nor gold, to appease the pain.
We seek, oh Mother, within your heart's core,
A small, sacred space, forevermore.
You bestow compassion, and troubles cease,
You mend the faithful, and grant them peace.
You uphold the truth, and bring light's gleam,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, a waking dream.

You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
Oh Mother, Ambe Ji, Oh Mother, Ambe Ji.