jag ki rachna rachne wali tere haath hazaar
is bhav sagar mein hai tere naam se beda paar
man mein paap kapat ko lekar banda sheesh jhukaye
phir bhi tere dwaar se mata khaali koi na jaye
khaali koi na jaye khaali koi na jaye

jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
pohna waaliye jota waaliye
ni main aai tere dwaare maa
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
pohna waaliye lata waaliye
ni main aai tere dwaare maa
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe

teri marzi se chalta hai jag sansaar ye sara
paap ka bhaagi banta hai phir
kyu insaan bechara meri maa murakh gyaani aur lutere
sab hai khel khilone tere kisko chhod e kisko ghere
tere hai rang niyaare maa
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe

bhakt jano ki bheed bhi hai aur phirte hai darbaan
aage badhkar kaise le lu mata ka vardaan
meri maasabki vipada harne waali
sab par kirpa karne wali sabki jholi bharne wali
mujhko bhi rasta dikha re maa
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
pohna waaliye jota waaliye
ni main aai tere dwaare maa
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe
jai ambe jagadambe mata jai ambe

chandan ka tum tilak lagaao maa ki puja ka phal paao
kaise paaun pooja ka phal rok raha hai mata ka bal
hum mata ke bhakt hai bachcha khaali jaye ho nahi sakta
kaise pahuchu maa charanan tak tum hi dikhao koi raasta
aage badhkar kaam karo tum mata ko parnaam karo tum
na mujhse ye kaam na hoga mata ko parnaam na hoga
pinjre mein ek bulbul pyaari dekh rahi hai raah tumhari
pooja ke ye phool ugalo uss panchi ki jaan bacha lo

A thousand hands shape the world's design,
In this sea of being, your name, a lifeline.
With sin and deceit, a head may bow low,
Yet from your gates, none are left to go…
None are left empty, none are left so.

Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
You who nourish, you who ignite the flame,
I come, Mother, to your sacred name.
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
You who nourish, you who guide the way,
I come, Mother, to your grace this day.
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!

By your will alone, the world's dance unfurls,
Why does man then bear the weight of the world?
Fool and wise, and robber and king,
All are your playthings, the joy you bring.
Yours are the colors, the vibrant display.
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!

A crowd of devotees, and guardians stand near,
How can I reach, and claim a blessing here?
My Mother, redeemer of every plight,
Who showers compassion, and fills hearts with light,
Show me the path, Mother, show me the way.
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
You who nourish, you who ignite the flame,
I come, Mother, to your sacred name.
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!
Victory to you, Mother of the World, Ambe! Victory!

Apply the sandalwood mark, seek the fruit of prayer,
How to grasp that fruit, when shadows ensnare?
We are your devotees, your children, we plead,
Empty-handed we cannot be, we do not concede.
Show me the path, how to reach your feet,
Take action, offer your greeting sweet.
I cannot, this task is beyond my reach,
To greet the Mother, words cannot beseech.
A caged nightingale, with longing in its gaze,
Awaits your coming, through life's intricate maze.
Plant the flowers of prayer, let them bloom and sway,
And save that bird, before it fades away.