suno suno ji suno suno
suno suno ji suno suno
ghar mein khushiya laane ko
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
sheetla maa ke niyam suno
suno suno ji suno suno
suno suno ji suno suno

ghar me maata nikle to
neem ki patti mangao
sheetal jal ka ek lota lo
rogi ke pass 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 maata ka
nahi bulao naayi
accha ho jane par rogi shital jal se nahaye
maat 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
suno suno ji suno suno
suno suno ji suno suno
suno suno ji suno suno
suno suno ji suno suno

Hark, hear ye, hark and heed,
Hark, hear ye, let the spirit lead.

To bring joy back within these walls,
Listen close, to Mother's calls.
To Sheetalā's sacred ways,
Hearken now, in these days.
Hark, hear ye, hark and heed,
Hark, hear ye, let the spirit lead.

When Mother's gaze has touched the door,
Bring neem leaves, and evermore,
A vessel filled with water cool,
Beside the ailing, by the pool.
The next dawn, cast the water far,
Beyond the home, beyond the scar.
Forsake the flesh, the heady wine,
No spice, no smoke, a sacred sign.
No warmth to offer, keep it plain,
Cleanse the home, and ease the pain.
While Mother's presence lingers near,
The barber's touch, now hold it dear.
When health returns, the body bright,
Bathe in waters, pure and light.
Bow before the Mother's grace,
In her embrace, find your place.
To kindle joy, a burning light,
To kindle joy, with all your might.
To Sheetalā's sacred ways,
Hearken now, in these days.
Hark, hear ye, hark and heed,
Hark, hear ye, let the spirit lead.
Hark, hear ye, hark and heed,
Hark, hear ye, let the spirit lead.
Hark, hear ye, hark and heed,
Hark, hear ye, let the spirit lead.