suno suno ji, suno suno
suno suno ji, suno suno
ghar me khushiya lane ko
ghar me khushiya lane ko
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
suno suno ji, suno suno
suno suno ji, suno suno

nau durga me ek sheetla maa hai
sunte jaao
mangal ka din sheetla maa ka
sheetal jal se nahao
vrat rakho tum din bhar maa ka
garam peeyo, na peelao
sham ko jab tum vrat kholo
tab thandi chize khaao
sankat dur bhagane ko
sankat dur bhagane ko
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
suno suno ji, suno suno
suno suno ji, suno suno

ghar me jab mata nikle to
neem ki patti mangao
sheetal jal ka ek lota
rogi ke paas rakhao
agle din lote ka pani
ghar se dur sirao
maas aur madira ko chhodo
chhonka nahi lagao
garam na kuch bhi do rogi ko
ghar me rakho safai
jab tak vaas rahe mata ka
nahi bulao naai
accha ho jane par
rogi sheetal jal se nahaye
mata ke charno me jakar
apna shish nawaye
sukh ki jyot jalane ko
sukh ki jyot jalane ko
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
suno suno ji, suno suno
suno suno ji, suno suno

Hark, oh hark, now lend an ear,
Hark, oh hark, let all now hear,
To welcome joy within your space,
To welcome joy, with love and grace,
The ways of Shitala, hear them near,
The ways of Shitala, banish fear.
Hark, oh hark, now lend an ear,
Hark, oh hark, let all now hear.

Among the nine, a Goddess bright,
Shitala's form, a guiding light,
Listen close, and understand,
Her blessings flow across the land.
On Tuesday's morn, her presence felt,
Bathe with cool water, softly dealt.
Keep the fast, her grace to claim,
Avoid the heat, the burning flame.
When evening comes, the fast is done,
Embrace the cool, the setting sun.
To ward off troubles, shadows flee,
To ward off woes, and set you free,
The ways of Shitala, hear them near,
The ways of Shitala, banish fear.
Hark, oh hark, now lend an ear,
Hark, oh hark, let all now hear.

When illness strikes, within your wall,
Seek neem leaves, to heal and call,
A vessel filled with water cold,
Beside the ailing, to behold.
The morning comes, the water poured,
Far from your home, its essence stored.
Reject the flesh, the liquor's stain,
No searing heat, no fiery pain.
Give nothing warm, to ease the plight,
Keep your home clean, with all your might.
While Mother's grace, within does stay,
Call not the barber, come what may.
When healing comes, and health is found,
Bathe in cool water, safe and sound.
At Mother's feet, with humbled head,
Bow down in grace, your spirit fed.
To light the lamp of happiness bright,
To light the soul with pure delight,
The ways of Shitala, hear them near,
The ways of Shitala, banish fear.
Hark, oh hark, now lend an ear,
Hark, oh hark, let all now hear.