teri hi krapa se karti vrat mai solah sukravar ka
teri hi krapa se karti vrat mai solah sukravar ka
kalyug mai is bat se uttam
kalyug mai is bat se uttam
koi vrat hai nhi sansaar ka
koi vrat hai nhi sansaar ka
santosi mata vrat paar lgana
santosi mata vrat paar lgana
teri hi krapa se karti vrat mai solah sukravar ka
teri hi krapa se karti vrat mai solah sukravar ka

tu mere man ka jani mujhpar kya sankat hai
tu mere man ka jani mujhpar kya sankat hai
itna dhyan rahe mata ye pativrata ka vrat hai
ab tu ise nibhana maa ab tu hi ise nibhana maa
vishwas hai tere dular ka
santosi mata vrat paar lgana
santosi mata vrat paar lgana

vo mujhko bhul gaye hai par tu bhul na karna
vo mujhko bhul gaye hai par tu bhul na karna
teri hi krapa se karti vrat mai solah sukravar ka
kalyug mai is bat se uttam
kalyug mai is bat se uttam
koi vrat hai nhi sansaar ka
koi vrat hai nhi sansaar ka
un sang mujhe mila de rahna jin sang jeena marna
vardan kabhi na bhulungi mai
vardan kabhi na bhulungi mai
tere is upakar ka
santosi mata vrat paar lgana
santosi mata vrat paar lgana

or deviyan chhappan bhog chhati so byanjan pati
or deviyan chhappan bhog chhati so byanjan pati
maa tu gud or chane chadane se prasann ho jati
koi par nhi paye jag mai
koi par nhi paye jag mai
teri mahima aprampar ka
santosi mata vrat paar lgana
santosi mata vrat paar lgana

By Your grace, I keep this fast,
Sixteen Fridays, shadows cast.
In this Kali Yuga's weary plight,
No greater fast exists in sight.
Oh, Santoshi Mata, bring me o'er,
This sacred fast, I now implore.
By Your grace, I keep this fast,
Sixteen Fridays, holding fast.

You know my heart, my hidden plea,
What sorrow burdens now in me.
Remember, Mother, this vow I keep,
A wife's devotion, buried deep.
You alone must now fulfill,
My faith in Your love, ever still.
Oh, Santoshi Mata, bring me o'er,
This sacred fast, I now implore.

He may forget, his heart grow cold,
But You, dear Mother, never hold.
Unite me with the ones I crave,
With whom I live, beyond the grave.
Your blessings, I will not forsake,
Your kindness, for my spirit's sake.
Oh, Santoshi Mata, bring me o'er,
This sacred fast, I now implore.

The other Goddesses receive,
Fifty-six feasts, the world believes.
But You are pleased with humble fare,
With jaggery and chickpeas rare.
None can fathom, none can see,
Your boundless glory's majesty.
Oh, Santoshi Mata, bring me o'er,
This sacred fast, I now implore.
By Your grace, I keep this fast,
Sixteen Fridays, shadows cast.
In this Kali Yuga's weary plight,
No greater fast exists in sight.