om jai kaladhari hare,
swami jai paunahari hare,
bhakt janon ki naiya,
das janon ki naiya,
bhav se paar kare.

om jai kaladhari hare.

balak umar suhani,
naam balak natha,
amar hue shankar se,
sun ke amar gatha.

om jai kaladhari hare..

sheesh pe bal sunaihari,
gale rudrakshi mala,
hath mein jholi chimata,
aasan mrgashala.

om jai kaladhari hare.

sundar seli singee,
vairagan sohe,
gau palak rakhavalak,
bhagatan mann mohe.

om jai kaladhari hare

ang bhabhoot ramai,
murti prabhu rangi,
bhay bhanjan duhkh nashak,
bharathari ke sangi.

om jai kaladhari hare.

rot chadhat raviwar ko,
phal, phool mishri mewa,
dhup deep kudanun se,
aanand siddh dewa.

om jai kaladhari hare.

bhaktan hit avatar liyo,
prabhu dekh ke kallu kala,
dusht daman shatruhan,
sabake pratipala.

om jai kaladhari hare.

shri balak nath ji ki aarti,
jo koi nit gave,
kahate hai sewak tere,
man vancchhit phal pawe.

om jai kaladhari hare

om jai kaladhari hare
swami jai paunahari hare,
bhakt janon ki naiya,
das janon ki naiya,
bhav se paar kare.

om jai kaladhari hare.

O, victory to the wearer of the Black,
Lord of the overflowing bounty,
Across the sea of becoming,
You ferry the devout,
Across to the further shore,
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

A child of youthful grace,
Named child of the Master,
Immortal, through union with Shiva,
Hearing the tale of immortality.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

Golden locks upon his head,
A Rudraksha garland on his throat,
A beggar's bag and tongs in hand,
His seat, the skin of a deer.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

A beautiful horn-trumpet,
A renunciate's beauty,
Shepherd of the cows, protector,
Captivating the hearts of devotees.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

Ashes adorning his form,
The Lord's form, radiant,
Destroyer of fear, dispeller of sorrow,
Companion of Bharthari.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

On Sundays, offerings of bread,
Fruits, flowers, sugar, and nuts,
Incense, lamps, and the sound of bells,
Blissful is the Siddha God.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

For the good of his devotees, he took form,
The Lord seeing the dark-skinned Kallu,
Crusher of the wicked, destroyer of foes,
Guardian of all.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

The Aarti of Sri Balak Nath Ji,
Whoever sings it daily,
Your servant says,
Finds the fruit of their heart's desire.
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.

O, victory to the wearer of the Black,
Lord of the overflowing bounty,
Across the sea of becoming,
You ferry the devout,
Across to the further shore,
O, victory to the wearer of the Black.