mata ke darbar jyote jal rahi hai
mata ke darbar jyote jal rahi hai
saccha hai darbar shero wali ka
saccha hai darbar shero wali ka
pyar ka pyasa jo dar par aa jaye
pyar ka pyasa jo dar par aa jaye
mil jata hai pyar mehro wali ka
mil jata hai pyar mehro wali ka
dukh ek hai chiz aisi jo kadam kadam pe aa jaye
dukh ek hai chiz aisi jo kadam kadam pe aa jaye
saccha bhakt hai wo hi jo dukho se na ghabraye
saccha bhakt hai wo hi jo dukho se na ghabraye
bahkto sun bhakto bhakto sun bhakto
dukh taklife bhakti teri parakh rahi
dukh taklife bhakti teri parakh rahi
dekh raha man tujhko jyoto wali ka
dekh raha man tujhko jyoto wali ka
mata ke darbar jyote jal rahi hai
saccha hai darbar shero wali ka

papi jag se chori tu pap kamaye jata hai
papi jag se chori tu pap kamaye jata hai
dekh ke sacche bhakto ko tu mauj udaye jata hai
dekh ke sacche bhakto ko tu mauj udaye jata hai
papi o papi papi o papi
mata ki ye ankhe tujhko dekh rahi
mata ki ye ankhe tujhko dekh rahi
dena hai hisab mandiro wali ka
dena hai hisab mandiro wali ka
mata ke darbar jyote jal rahi hai
saccha hai darbar shero wali ka

In the Mother's court, the lamps ignite,
In the Mother's court, the lamps ignite.
True is the court of the Lion-Rider,
True is the court of the Lion-Rider.
The thirsty heart, that comes to her door,
The thirsty heart, that comes to her door,
Finds the love of the Merciful One's core,
Finds the love of the Merciful One's core.
Sorrow is a thing that comes at every stride,
Sorrow is a thing that comes at every stride,
True devotee, who does not hide,
True devotee, who does not hide.
Listen, devotees, listen, listen close,
Listen, devotees, listen, listen close,
Your devotion, trials will expose,
Your devotion, trials will expose.
Her heart watches you, the light of the lamps,
Her heart watches you, the light of the lamps.
In the Mother's court, the lamps ignite,
True is the court of the Lion-Rider.

Sinner of the world, you steal and sin,
Sinner of the world, you steal and sin,
Watching true devotees, your joy begins,
Watching true devotees, your joy begins.
Sinner, oh sinner, sinner, oh sinner,
Sinner, oh sinner, sinner, oh sinner,
The Mother's eyes see, a truth within,
The Mother's eyes see, a truth within.
You’ll give account to the temple’s kin,
You’ll give account to the temple’s kin.
In the Mother's court, the lamps ignite,
True is the court of the Lion-Rider.