bol bol re bol re, jai maata ki bol re
bol bol re bol re, jai maata ki bol re
maata haregi tere dukho ko
maata haregi tere dukho ko
paayega sukh anmol re
bol bol bol re, jai maata ki
bol bol bol re, jai maata ki
bol bol re bol re, jai maata ki bol re
bol bol re bol re, jai maata ki bol re

daya ki devi sheetla mata
ab main unki mahima gaata

ek brahman parivar tha
bada dukhi sansar tha
saas bahu se ladti thi
ghar ke bel na badhti thi
bahu baanj kahlati thi
suni god rulati thi
bahu baanj kahlati thi
suni god rulati thi
ek padosin ghar aayi
raah bahu ko dikhlayi
usne mangal ka vrat rakha
sheetal jal se nahayi
sham ko thanda khana khaya
maa ki jyot jalayi

ek saal ke bhitar
uski god bhar gayi suni
god bhar gayi suni
sheetla maata ki kripa se
daulat ho gayi duni
daulat ho gayi duni
maata ke din jalta chulha chhodo to
balak jal jaye
maata ke din jalta chulha chhodo to
balak jal jaye
maata ke mithe niyamo ko
maata ke mithe niyamo ko
jivan me tu ghol re
bol bol re bol re, jai maata ki bol re
bol bol re bol re, jai maata ki bol re

Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"
The Mother shall erase your sorrows
The Mother shall erase your sorrows
You shall find priceless joy
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"

Merciful Goddess, Sheetala Mata,
Now I sing her glory.

There was a Brahmin family,
A world steeped in sorrow.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fought,
The household's vine did not flourish.
The daughter-in-law was called barren,
An empty lap brought tears.
The daughter-in-law was called barren,
An empty lap brought tears.
A neighbor came to the house,
Showed the daughter-in-law the way.
She observed a Mangal Vrat,
Bathed in cool water.
In the evening, ate a cold meal,
And lit the Mother's lamp.

Within a year,
Her empty lap was filled,
Her lap was filled.
By the grace of Sheetala Mata,
Wealth became doubled,
Wealth became doubled.
If you leave the hearth burning on Mata's day,
The child may be burned.
By singing the Mother's glory, whatever is asked,
Is received.
The Mother's sweet rules,
The Mother's sweet rules,
Infuse them into your life,
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"
Speak, speak, oh speak, chant "Victory to the Mother"