aa aa
santoshi ke bhakto, maa ki baat suno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
santoshi ke bhakto, maa ki baat suno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
maa santoshi o, hain ye kahti o
maa santoshi o, hain ye kahti o

chadh ke chadhaiya, unche parvat jaate ho
par ghar baithi maa ko, tum yu tadpate ho
dekha nahi hain jisko, usko mante hain
jjisne janma hain, usko thukrate ho
jjisne janma hain, usko thukrate ho
reshmi chola chunni, mujhe chadhate ho
fate purane kapade, use pahnate ho
seva karte meri, use rulate ho
achcha uske dudh ka, karj chukate ho
achcha uske dudh ka, karj chukate ho
achcha uske dudh ka, karj chukate ho
santoshi ke bhakto ,maa ki baat suno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
maa santoshi o, hain ye kahti o
maa santoshi o, hain ye kahti o

jag me bachho baap hain, jiska vans ho tum
uski kadar na karte, jiska ansh ho tum
ungali pakad ek chalna, jisne silkhlaya
usko hi apman ki, aag me jhulsaya
usko hi apman ki, aag me jhulsaya
apne kaandhe bitha ke, duniya dikhlai
pala posha aachi, shiksha dilwai
usne socha mera, budhapa sanwar gaya
par beta hi dutkarega, kya tha pata
par beta hi dutkarega, kya tha pata
par beta hi dutkarega, kya tha pata
santoshi ke bhakto ,maa ki baat suno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
maa santoshi o, hain ye kahti o
maa santoshi o, hain ye kahti o

bachcho sun lo baat, tumhe samjhati hu
bhatak gaye ho tumko, raah dikhati hu
usne is duniya me, kabhi na sukh paya
jisne bhi maa baap ko hain dukh pahunchaya
jisne bhi maa baap ko hain dukh pahunchaya
agar apane maa baap ko yu thukraoge
tum bhi kabhi aulad se sukh na paaoge
isiliye maa baap ki sewa karo sada
darshan dungi tumpe hogi meri daya
darshan dungi tumpe hogi meri daya
darshan dungi tumpe hogi meri daya
santoshi ke bhakto, maa ki baat suno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
santoshi ke bhakto, maa ki baat suno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
o o aa aa aa
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno
khud me yu na, jhuth kapat ke jaal buno

Listen, devotees of Santoshi, heed my word,
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Listen, devotees of Santoshi, heed my word,
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Mother Santoshi, thus she speaks,
Mother Santoshi, the wisdom she seeks.

You climb the heights, the mountains you embrace,
Yet the mother at home, you leave in desolate space.
You worship the unseen, in rituals you engage,
While the one who gave birth, you cruelly disengage.
While the one who gave birth, you cruelly disengage.
Silken robes and shawls, you offer to my shrine,
Yet tattered clothes upon her, you carelessly assign.
You serve me with devotion, her tears you design,
Is this the debt you repay, of milk so divine?
Is this the debt you repay, of milk so divine?
Is this the debt you repay, of milk so divine?
Listen, devotees of Santoshi, heed my word,
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Mother Santoshi, thus she speaks,
Mother Santoshi, the wisdom she seeks.

In this world, children are the lineage of the father's name,
You disregard him, of whom you are the flame.
The one who taught you to walk, holding your hand,
You cast in the fire of insult, across the land.
You cast in the fire of insult, across the land.
Upon his shoulders, the world he displayed,
Raised you, educated you, in ways that were laid.
He thought his old age, would be a sweet cascade,
But a son would scorn him, this he never conveyed.
But a son would scorn him, this he never conveyed.
But a son would scorn him, this he never conveyed.
Listen, devotees of Santoshi, heed my word,
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Mother Santoshi, thus she speaks,
Mother Santoshi, the wisdom she seeks.

Children, listen close, I shall impart,
You have strayed, I will show the path to your heart.
He who has caused his parents pain,
In this world, never tasted joy again.
In this world, never tasted joy again.
If you forsake your parents in their plight,
You too shall never find children's delight.
Therefore, serve your parents, in love’s holy art,
My blessings shall shower, and grace your heart.
My blessings shall shower, and grace your heart.
My blessings shall shower, and grace your heart.
Listen, devotees of Santoshi, heed my word,
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Listen, devotees of Santoshi, heed my word,
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah.
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.
Do not weave within yourselves webs of deceit, unheard.