jay mata di jay mata di
he ambe balihari lage sabako tu pyari
teri shero ki savari dekhe sab nar nari
he ambe balihari lage sabako tu pyari
teri shero ki savari dekhe sab nar nari

asht bhujaye vesh anokha khadag teg hai teri shobha
tere jaisa koi na hoga maa abb aankhe khol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol

he mata koharam macha hai kathin ghadi hai
jagadambe tu jag ke mushkil aan padi hai
phunk ke apna desh aag jo senk rahe hain
kar unaka sanhar vatan jo bech rahe hain
kayi shumbh nishumbh mare tune
kayi daitya yaha janme hain phir se
maa ambe trishul to le tu unpe bijli banke gir

asht bhujaye vesh anokha khadag teg hai teri shobha
tere jaisa koi na hoga maa abb aankhe khol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol

kare bhrosa koyi yaha pe kis vyakti ka
log yaha pe dhong rachate hain bhakti ka
yeh sari dharati mata darabar hai tera
is dharati pe laga huwa hai pap ka dera
he shakti maa khappar vali hai amar ajay akhand rup
he jagadambe he mahakali phir dhar le tu prachand rup

asht bhujaye vesh anokha khadag teg hai teri shobha
tere jaisa koi na hoga maa abb aankhe khol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol
jay mata di jay mata di jay mata di bol

Victory to the Mother, Victory!
O Mother, adored, beloved by all,
Upon your lion you ride, seen by all, both great and small.
O Mother, adored, beloved by all,
Upon your lion you ride, seen by all, both great and small.

Eight arms, a form unique, sword and blade, your glory's gleam,
None equals you, O Mother, now open your eyes, it would seem!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Chant it aloud!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Shout it out loud!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Let the chorus resound!

O Mother, chaos reigns, a perilous hour has come,
Awake, Jagadamba, a crisis has overcome.
Those who warm their hands, fanning flames across the land,
Slay them, those who sell their home, in a treacherous band.
You vanquished Shumbha and Nishumbha of old,
And now, demons of new are born, we're told.
Mother, take your trident, let lightning strike their core!

Eight arms, a form unique, sword and blade, your glory's gleam,
None equals you, O Mother, now open your eyes, it would seem!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Chant it aloud!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Shout it out loud!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Let the chorus resound!

Who can be trusted in this worldly game?
People feign devotion, hiding shame.
This Earth is your Mother, your sacred court,
And on this land, the stain of sin is caught.
O Shakti, Mother, with the skull-cup in your hand, immortal, unconquered, whole,
O Jagadamba, O Mahakali, again assume your powerful role!

Eight arms, a form unique, sword and blade, your glory's gleam,
None equals you, O Mother, now open your eyes, it would seem!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Chant it aloud!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Shout it out loud!
Chant Victory to the Mother, Victory! Let the chorus resound!