hey jagdamba ambe maa kaali maa chamunda maa
sab naam meri jubaan se tu sun le

yeh le mantro wali mala tantro wali
yeh le jaadu tone ka haar haar
yeh le mantro wali mala tantro wali
yeh le jaadu tone ka haar
dekh aankho me meri ulajh baaho me meri
tu jal jayega aaj
ha sare jaadu tone ka mai swami
o ho o o o
ha ha ha sare jaadu tone ka mai swami
mera jaisa yaha koi nahi gyaani
mai chlta hu to hilti hai ye bhoomi
mera roop hai bada hi bhankari
yeh le mantro wali mala tantro wali
yeh le jaadu tone ka haar haar
yeh le mantro wali mala tantro wali
yeh le jaadu tone ka haar
dekh aankho me meri ulajh baaho me meri
tu jal jayega aaj

aise aaye hai kitne aise gaye hai kitne
koi bhi naa tik paya
mere swami ne usko haraya
sare dushto ko hai mitaya
shardha jo hai us pr viswas us pr
bhoomi ka hai wo swami
usko kahte hai baikunth swami
wo bada hai antaryami
suraj ko mai dhara pe laau
dharti ko mai faad dikhau
sara samundar mutthi me bhar kr
lote me mai use samauu
samjhi kya samjhi tu
mera swami agar aa jaye jaadu tera kaam naa aaye
saccha yaha bus uska
mere ek ishare pe sab chlte hai yaha
aisa hai to koi karishma dikha
bada samjh ke tu deta khud ko dhokha
kabhi bhool naa ye krna
inki sharan me rahna

dhokha tu dena nahi jaal tu bichana nahi
varna baikunth wala tujhko chhodega nahi
aas kisi ko dena nahi bura kisi ka karna nahi
jhuuth kisi se kahna nahi nayah se chukna nahi
maya ke chakkar me sab kuch gawayega
baikunth wala tujhe dega saza tab
khud ko mahan naa kahna kabhi tu
kisi ko niraash kabhi krna nahi tu
buraii ko chhod ke ladaii ko chhod ke
tum pooja karo
karoge kisi ka jo bura
krodh me aa jayenge baikunth swami

Oh, Mother of the world, Ambika, Kali, Chamunda, hear,
All the names I utter, let them reach your ear.

Here, a rosary of mantras, of tantric design,
Here, a garland of magic, a spell to entwine.
Here, a rosary of mantras, a tantric embrace,
Here, a garland of magic, a spell to erase.
Gaze into my eyes, let your arms entangle,
You will be consumed in the fire of my angle.
I am the master of all magic, I am.
Oh, oh, oh…
Ha ha, I am the master of all magic,
None so wise, none so tragic.
When I walk, the earth trembles,
My form is fearsome, it dissembles.
Here, a rosary of mantras, of tantric design,
Here, a garland of magic, a spell to entwine.
Here, a rosary of mantras, a tantric embrace,
Here, a garland of magic, a spell to erase.
Gaze into my eyes, let your arms entangle,
You will be consumed in the fire of my angle.

Many have come, and many have gone,
None could ever hold on.
My Lord has vanquished, has won,
All the wicked, He has undone.
Faith and belief in Him reside,
He is the Lord of the world's tide.
They call Him the Lord of Vaikuntha's side,
He is the all-knowing, deep inside.
I can bring the sun to the earth's floor,
I can tear the ground and show you more.
I can hold the ocean in my fist's core,
And pour it into a single store.
Do you understand, do you see?
If my Lord arrives, your magic will flee.
Truth alone, He embraces,
At my single gesture, all the world paces.
If that's the case, then show your feat,
You overestimate, your pride replete.
Never forget this decree,
In the Lord's shelter, forever be.

Do not deceive, do not weave a snare,
Or the Lord of Vaikuntha, will cease to care.
Do not give false hope, nor do ill's task,
Never utter falsehood, never mask.
Never err, never be greedy's thrall,
In the web of illusion, you'll lose all.
The Lord of Vaikuntha will judge your fall,
Never proclaim yourself to stand tall.
Never leave anyone in despair,
Abandon evil, from conflict forswear.
Worship with devotion and grace,
If you do evil, find your disgrace.
In His wrath, the Lord of Vaikuntha will appear.