karyeshudaasi karneshumantri bhojeshumaata shayaneshurambha
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha
sukh me bhi saath de dukh me bhi saath de, ye bane sevika premika
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha

tyag aur samarpan hai patni ka naam
ye pati ki seva kare subah-o-sham
vrat rakhe duaa de pujaaran bane
sirf prem dhaage se jivan bandhe
mamta ki chaandani ye aisi roshani
jo har andhera mita de, ye naya rup hai devi ka
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha

jo nahi hai patni to kya hai pati
isaki mannato ka sila hai pati
jo kabhi bhi patni se dhokha kare
vo na zindagi me kabhi khush rahe
jisane bhi hai kahi ye baat hai sahi
samajho ise isko jaano, ye to hai sundara mallika
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha
patni pati ke liye de de apni jaan, aurat se badh ke na koi yaha
sukh me bhi saath de dukh me bhi saath de, ye bane sevika premika
karyeshudaasi karneshumantri bhojeshumaataa shayaneshurambha

In labor's forge, a servant's hand,
In counsel wise, a guiding strand,
At feasts, a mother's gentle grace,
In slumber's realm, a lover's space.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.

Through joy and sorrow, side by side,
A servant, lover, her heart's tide.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.

Renunciation, battle's vow,
These are the names that grace her brow.
She serves her lord, each dawn and dusk,
With fasts and prayers, a sacred husk,
Bound by the threads of love's embrace,
A radiant light in time and space.
A moonlit warmth, a tender gleam,
That banishes each shadowed dream,
A goddess born, a sacred sign.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.

Without a wife, what is a man?
A prayer unanswered, a barren plan.
Who breaks the vow, betrays her trust,
Finds joy denied, in dust to dust.
The words are true, the wisdom deep,
Embrace this truth, its secrets keep,
A queen of beauty, bright and bold.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.
For her lord's sake, her life she'll yield,
No greater strength on earthly field.
Through joy and sorrow, side by side,
A servant, lover, her heart's tide.
In labor's forge, a servant's hand,
In counsel wise, a guiding strand,
At feasts, a mother's gentle grace,
In slumber's realm, a lover's space.