jay jay ambe jay jagdambe
sinhavahini shaktidayini jay he bhagyavidhata
vijayakarini jay he shaktipradata
jay jay ambe

teree kripa se maiya par lage yeh naiya
woh rahe nirbhay jis pe ho teree chhaiya
jag me dayalu koyee tujhe shish jhukata
jay jay ambe

andhe ko de jyotidan gunge ko de juban
nirbal ko kare balavan jagat mahan mahima teree
teree lagan jise lagee hai puree
usakee rahe na koyee aas adhuree
jay jay ambe

ek hath me khadag duje me phul tin trishul rup nirala
sinh pe ho ke savar shatru ke dvar karane sanhar chalee jagat jvala
asuron kee chalane na de manmanee
jay jay ambe

Hail, hail, Mother, glory of the world,
Lion-borne, giver of strength, hail, dispenser of fate.
Victorious, hail, bestower of power,
Hail, hail, Mother...

By your grace, Mother, this vessel crosses,
Fearless is he who dwells in your shadow.
In this world, compassionate, to you, heads bow,
Hail, hail, Mother...

To the blind, you give the gift of light, to the mute, a tongue,
The weak you make strong, the world great, your glory.
For whom your devotion has taken hold,
No desire remains incomplete,
Hail, hail, Mother...

In one hand, a sword, in the other, a flower, and three tridents, a unique form,
Riding upon the lion, to the gates of the enemy, to destroy, the world ablaze,
The demons' will you do not allow to prevail,
Hail, hail, Mother...