teri jot akhand hai maiyaa, dur kare andhiyaare
teri dar pe aaj ek pyaasi mamata tujhe pukaare
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati
teri jot akhand hai maiyaa, dur kare andhiyaare
teri dar pe aaj ek pyaasi mamata tujhe pukaare
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati

suni meri god hai maiyaa suna hai man mera
suni meri god hai maiyaa suna hai man mera
nanha sa ek phul khile to mahke anganaa mera
main us phul ko lekar daati aau tere dwaare
aaun main tere dwaare
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati

tujhko maa kahkar maiyaa tera har ek laal bulaaye
mujhko bhi maa kahane wala jag me koi aaye
ghutano ke bal chalkar mujhko bhi to koi nihaare
mujhko bhi koi nihaare
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati

tu chaahe to viraana bagiya banjar laharaaye
tu chaahe to viraana bagiya banjar laharaaye
tu chaahe to registaan me baarish ho jaaye
tu chaahe to mithe ho jaaye ye saagar khaare
ho jaaye ye saagar khaare
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati
mujhe bhi var de daati, ye jholi bhar de daati

Your light, Mother, burns eternal, banishing all night,
Before your door, a thirsting mother calls into the light.
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space,
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space.
Your light, Mother, burns eternal, banishing all night,
Before your door, a thirsting mother calls into the light.
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space,
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space.

Empty is my cradle, Mother, desolate my heart,
Empty is my cradle, Mother, desolate my heart.
Let a tiny blossom bloom, perfume my dwelling's art,
That flower in my arms, I'll bring to your holy gate,
I'll bring it to your gate.
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space,
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space.

You, Mother, are hailed by every child who calls,
May someone in this world, also call me, as one falls.
Crawling on their knees, let a child gaze upon my face,
Gaze upon my face.
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space,
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space.

If you desire, the barren garden bursts forth with grace,
If you desire, the barren garden bursts forth with grace.
If you desire, the desert blooms in a rainy space,
If you desire, the salty oceans turn sweet in taste,
Sweet in taste.
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space,
Grant me a boon, O Giver, fill my empty space.