bol sancha jyota wali mata teri sada hi jai

o sona chandi na tu hume daan de
o shera wali sona chandi na tu hume daan de
o jyota wali maaye tujhko
yahi tu vardan de
pahada wali maaye tujhko
yahi vardan de

mahle do mahle to kaam nahi aayenge
dede charno ki dhul hum tar jayenge
jai mata di jai mata di
sare bolo jai mata di
jyota wali maa ka
o jai maiya aasha na todi
par tu na modi
o aaye hai tere dwar
o jai shera waliyo maiya

The truest word, a light within,
Mother, forever we will sing.

O, gold and silver, we don't crave,
O Lion Rider, what you gave,
is not what we implore.
O, Light's Mother, this we ask,
bless us with this sacred task,
Mountain's Guardian, evermore.

Palaces, riches, will fade and fall,
Grant us the dust, at your feet, we call,
and our souls will be freed.
Victory, Mother, victory's cry,
Echo through the heavens high,
Mother's light, we heed.
O, do not break our hope,
nor the faith we scope,
We come to your door.
O, Lion Rider, Mother, we implore.