ek abla ne tujhko pukara
dukhiyari ko dena sahara
sun lo hey jagdambe mata
jai jai hey jagdambe mata
ek abla ne tujhko pukara
dukhiyari ko dena sahara
sun lo hey jagdambe mata
jai jai hey jagdambe mata

nari ka dukh nari jane or naa jane koi
mata or naa jane koi chhod diya hai
jisko jag ne kiske aage roye mata
kiske aage roye ek abla ne tujhko pukara
dukhiyari ko deba sahara sun lo hey jagdambe mata
jai jai hey jagdambe mata

itna mujhse paap hua hai maine kiya hai pyar
maine kiya hai pyar is chhoti si bhul ke karan
ruth gaya sansar mata ruth gaya sansar
ek abla ne tujhko pukara dukhiyari ko dena sahara
sun lo hey jagdambe mata jai jai hey jagdambe mata

koi van ka phul bana hai koi gale ke dhul mata
koi gale ke dhul jisne banaya dosh hai uska
meri nahi hai bhul mata meri nahi bhul
ek abla ne tujhko pukara dukhiyari ko dena sahara
sun lo hey jagdambe mata jai jai hey jagdambe mata

A woman frail, a whisper sent to you,
Aching heart, for solace, skies of blue.
Hear her plea, O Mother, Queen of Light,
Glory to you, in endless, holy night.
A woman frail, her call now fills the air,
A broken heart, a burden hard to bear.
Hear her plea, O Mother, hear her call,
Glory to you, embracing one and all.

A woman's pain, a woman's secret keep,
None other knows the sorrow buried deep.
The world forsakes, abandons her to weep,
To whom can she her wounded spirit sweep?
A woman frail, her voice a fragile sound,
A broken heart, where solace can be found.
Hear her plea, O Mother, hear her grace,
Glory to you, in time and in space.

If I have sinned, by loving's tender hand,
If love's embrace has led me to this land,
A tiny fault, the world now turns away,
The world now scorned, and dimmed the light of day.
A woman frail, her echo in the breeze,
A broken heart, seeking sweet release.
Hear her plea, O Mother, from above,
Glory to you, the essence of all love.

Some bloom as flowers, in beauty's gentle sway,
Some are the dust that gathers on the way.
Whose fault is this, this shadow and this pain?
The fault, the world's, my heart is pure again.
A woman frail, her spirit starts to mend,
A broken heart, to you she now extend.
Hear her plea, O Mother, ever near,
Glory to you, and conquer every fear.