chahe jitni umar hamari
par maa ke hai bache sare
aao yad kare pahadawali ko
gin kar aaj pahade
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar
do tiya chah do chauke aath
dekho ji dekho ji
meri maiya ji ke thath
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

ho chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal
ho chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

ho maiya ki mahima hai badi mahan
jaikaare se gunjta hai sara jahan
jaikaare se gunjta hai sara jahan
sherawali maiya teri unchi hai shaan
bacho ko mamta ka deti wardan
bacho ko mamta ka deti wardan
lal hai bindiya lal hai chunariya
jai ho
lal hai bindiya lal hai chunariya
lali kare kamal
lal lal
chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal lal
chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal lal
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

do panje das do chakke barah
bhakto ko maiya ne diya sahara
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

shakti ki jyot devo ne lagai
shakti ki shakti ne dhum machai
shakti ki shakti ne dhum machai
bharte hai pani devtao ke raja
raja indar ne balti mangai
raja indar ne balti mangai
bharaiv karte hai nigrani
jai ho
bharaiv karte hai nigrani
lekar hath me bhala lal lal
ho chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal lal
ho chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal lal
ho bolo
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

do satte chaudah do athhe solah
maiya ji ke bhajno me tan man dola
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

pawan dev ne aake rasoi banai
suraj ki kirno ne agni jalai
suraj ki kirno ne agni jalai
chandarma ki chandani ne kiya hai ujala
taro sitaro ne thali sajai
taro sitaro ne thali sajai
sherwali ke bhare bhandare
jai ho
sherwali ke bhare bhandare
karti hai malamal lal lal
chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal lal
chola lal maiya ka chola lal lal lal
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

do navve athrah do dahe bees
shakti ke charno me jhuk jaye sheesh
do ekam do do duni char
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar
prem se bolo maiya ji ki jai jaikaar

Though seasons etch their lines on us,
we remain children in her gaze.
Let us remember her, the mountain's heart,
and chant the rhythms of her grace.

Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.
Two threes are six, two fours are eight,
behold, behold, her regal state.
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

Her robe is crimson, a vibrant hue,
two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

Her glory, vast, beyond compare,
her name resounds throughout the air.
Lion-riding Mother, your honor high,
you bestow upon your children, a mother's sigh.
Crimson the bindi, crimson her shawl,
hail to her, crimson her shawl,
Redness does wonders, red, red, red,
her robe is crimson, a vibrant thread,
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

Two fives are ten, two sixes twelve,
the Mother gives her devotees help.
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

The light of power, the Gods did ignite,
the power of power, created the light.
The king of the gods, Inder by name,
called for a bucket and water he came.
Bhairav guards with constant might,
hail to him, guards with constant light.
Holding a spear so red, so grand,
her robe is crimson, throughout the land,
Oh sing! Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

Two sevens are fourteen, two eights are sixteen,
In Mother's songs, the heart is seen.
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

The sacred Gods have made a feast,
sun's rays ignite, a holy priest.
Moon's gentle light, a radiant sheen,
stars and planets, a regal scene.
Lion-riding Mother's store, overflowing,
hail to her, overflowing.
She makes us wealthy, red, red, red,
her robe is crimson, a vibrant thread,
her robe is crimson, a vibrant thread,
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.

Two nines are eighteen, two tens are twenty,
at the feet of power, our heads are plenty.
Two ones are two, two twos are four,
with love, let's sing her victory's roar.