maa sherowali bhakti ka fal de
main naa rahu main, rang aisa mal de
maa sherowali bhakti ka fal de
main naa rahu main, rang aisa mal de
paapo se mujhko, ladne ka bal de
paapo se mujhko, ladne ka bal de
kar de ishara kismat badal de
jai jai jai maata jagdambe maa
jai jai jai maata jagdambe maa

kabse khadi hu tere dar pe
ki jholi meri bhar de
ye bhar de jagdambe maa
jai jai jai maata jagdambe maa
jai jai jai maata jagdambe maa
maiya bhavar mein hai naiya
tu paar mujhe kar de re
kar de jagdambe maa
jai jai jai maata jagdambe maa
jai jai jai maata jagdambe maa

Grant, Lion-Riding Mother, fruit of devotion's tree,
Paint me anew, erase the "I" that dwells in me.
Grant, Lion-Riding Mother, fruit of devotion's grace,
Paint me anew, and from my soul, erase my face.
Give me strength to battle sins that cling and bind,
Give me strength to battle sins that I must find.
With a single gesture, shift my fate's design,
Glory, Glory, Mother of the World, Divine!
Glory, Glory, Mother of the World, Divine!

Long have I knelt before your sacred door,
Fill my empty begging bowl and pour,
Fill it up, Jagdambe, fill it to the core!
Glory, Glory, Mother of the World, I implore!
Glory, Glory, Mother of the World, I adore!
Mother, in a whirlpool, my small boat does teeter,
Carry me across, my saviour, make me sweeter,
Carry me across, Jagdambe, my life complete-er!
Glory, Glory, Mother of the World, my Teacher!
Glory, Glory, Mother of the World, my Preacher!