he ambike jagdambike he khapper wali
pragat hui jagdambike chandi ka awataar
chaamunda ke roop me karne lagi prahaar
vipada si jhapat padi daanav asuro ke jhundo par
le kadak haath chau taraf badi maa
mund gira di mundo par

jab traahi trahi mach gayi aur asuro ka mandal ghabraya
tab ek mahadaanav pratha rakt dut banke aaya
uska jab maa ne sar kaata shonit ke jitane bindu gire
utne hi pragate rakt deep utne hi daanav or gire

yeh dekh samsya chandi ne kaali maa ka aawahan kiya
us rakt deep ki mrityu ka aankhir bas yahi nidaan hua
he ambike jagdambike he khapper wali
he mata mahakaali he mata mahakaali

mundo ki mala pahan mrit haatho ka shringaar kiye
sar me trishool kripaal liye kaali ne shool prahaar kiye
ek rakt bheechte mastak ke shonit ka lap lap paan kiya
sab laal lahu ko chaat gayi nahi ek bindu bhi girne diya

jab rakt bheej ki laash giri asuro me bhagdad machi ghor
kaali maa ka viplavi roop dekh traahi traahi ka macha shor
dharti ro li ambar kaanpa kailash hila dhan dhan karke
tooti samaadhi shiv shankar ki laharayi trishool nayan fadke
aa gaye shankar samjhaane ko ki bhang kare nayan miche
thokar khaakar gire swayam bhole kaali ke pag niche
kaali ki jaise drishti padi lambi si chilah nikal padi
pag niche shankar dekh dekh wo hil na saki rah gayi khadi
he ambike jagdambike he khapper wali
he mata mahakaali he mata mahakaali

koi kahe tujhko chaamunda koi kahe tujhe kaali
koi kahe tujhko jagdamba ambe shaktishaali
is anant me digdh digandh me tera hi yash chaaya
sabhi deviyon ka hai devi tujhme roop samaya
jay ambike jagdambike he mata mahakaali
jay ambike jagdambike he mata mahakaali
jay ambike jagdambike he mata mahakaali
jay ambike jagdambike he mata mahakaali

O Ambika, Mother of the World, O skull-cup wielder,
Jagadambika manifested, Chandi's fierce avatar.
As Chamunda, She struck, a tempest unleashed,
Upon the hordes of demons, a calamity released.
With a thunderous hand, She swirled, a grand Mother,
Heads fell, severed, upon the earth, one after another.

When cries of terror arose, as the demon circle faltered,
Then came a great demon, Raktabija, the blood emissary, altered.
As the Mother severed his head, and blood-drops did fall,
From each drop, a new Raktabija arose, answering the call.

Seeing this, Chandi summoned Kali, dark and divine,
This was the only way to end the bloodline.
O Ambika, Mother of the World, O skull-cup wielder,
O Mother Mahakali, O Mother Mahakali!
Wearing a garland of skulls, adorned with lifeless hands,
With a trident and a sword, Kali unleashed her commands.
Squeezing the blood from Raktabija's head, she tasted the red,
She lapped up the life-blood, not a single drop was shed.

When Raktabija’s corpse fell, a great panic arose,
Seeing Kali’s tumultuous form, a cry of terror arose.
The earth wept, the heavens trembled, and Kailash shook with the sound,
The meditation of Shiva was broken, his third eye now unbound.
Shiva arrived to persuade, to cease such a gaze,
He stumbled and fell himself, at Kali's feet in a daze.
As Kali's gaze fell upon him, her tongue, long and red, unfurled,
Seeing Shiva beneath her feet, she froze, rooted to the world.
O Ambika, Mother of the World, O skull-cup wielder,
O Mother Mahakali, O Mother Mahakali!

Some call you Chamunda, some call you Kali, dark and deep,
Some call you Jagadamba, Ambe, whose power will keep.
In this boundless universe, your glory resounds,
The forms of all goddesses in you are found.
Victory to Ambika, Mother of the World, O Mother Mahakali,
Victory to Ambika, Mother of the World, O Mother Mahakali,
Victory to Ambika, Mother of the World, O Mother Mahakali,
Victory to Ambika, Mother of the World, O Mother Mahakali.