sab gaao re aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki
jyoti jagao re hriday me santoshi mata ki
hriday me santoshi mata ki
sab gaao re aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki

laal rang sohe kamal badan pe
chhabi manmohak laage
o maiya ji ki chhabi manmohak laage
aa mand hasati karunamayi mata
tan shrungar susaaje
o maiya ji ka tan shrungar susaaje
divya rup ko dekh ke jan jan
divya rup ko dekh ke jan jan
dev rishi gan gaate, aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki

svarn sinhaasan baithi maiya
chavar mand gati dhulte
maiya ji ki chavar mand gati dhulte
shukravar shubh din mata ka
jan man pujan karte
maiya ji ka jan man pujan karte
gud aur chana ka bhog lagakar
gud aur chana ka bhog lagakar
aarti vandan karte, aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki

santoshi mata ka jag me
jo jan hai vrat karte
maiya ji ka jo jan hai vrat karte
ho un sabki jholi me maiya
saari khushiya bhar de
maiya saari khushiya bhar de
shraddha deepak jala hriday me
shraddha deepak jala hriday me
tan mann ujwal kar le, aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki

khatta bhoga na bhaaye maa ko
bhul kabhi mat karna
bhai bhul kabhi mat karna
mata ki jaikaar sada tu
sachche man se karna
jai jai sachche man se karna
karo aarti prem se bhakto
karo aarti prem se bhakto
dhyaan sada hi dharna, aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki

sab gaao re aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki
jyoti jagao re hriday me santoshi mata ki
hriday me santoshi mata ki
sab gaao re aarti santoshi mata ki
aarti santoshi mata ki

Sing now, the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.
Light the flame within your heart,
For Santoshi Ma's grace to impart.
Sing now, the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.

Crimson hues adorn her lotus form,
A vision that enchants and warms.
Oh, Mother's image, so fair to see,
A gentle smile, compassion free.
Her body adorned, a radiant sight,
Adorned in splendor, bathed in light.
Beholding her divine display,
Sages and gods in chorus pray,
Singing the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.

On a golden throne, the Mother sits,
With fans that gently sway and flit.
The fans that gently sway and flit.
Friday's dawn, a sacred day,
When hearts in reverence, homage pay.
When hearts in reverence, homage pay.
With jaggery and gram, a humble plea,
A sacred offering, for all to see.
Offering up with hearts so pure,
Singing the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.

For those who vow, with faith so deep,
The Mother's blessings they will keep.
Oh, in their laps, the Mother's grace,
Fills every corner of the place.
Fills every corner of the place.
With faith's bright lamp within your soul,
Make your body and mind whole.
Make your body and mind whole,
Singing the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.

Sour offerings displease the Queen,
Forget this never, unseen.
Mother, oh never forget this,
With a true heart, her name to bless.
With a true heart, her name to bless.
With devotion's rhythm, sing your praise,
With devotion's rhythm, sing your praise,
Hold her image in your gaze,
Singing the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.

Sing now, the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.
Light the flame within your heart,
For Santoshi Ma's grace to impart.
Sing now, the hymn of Santoshi Ma,
The hymn of Santoshi Ma.