kaalike kapalike maha mund maalike
bal pade jo bhal par pranta nikal ke
rudar ryp dharini
bajr bhanti garjani
dusht dalini kanjini
sakal shristhi vandini
jis pe tu prasnn ho
wo manushay dhany ho
tere aage tut jaye jalind jaan ke

rusht jo tu jisse bhala
usko phir bachaye kaun
kasht dega kaun jisko
rakhe tu sambhal ke
mahakali tere jaise shaktishali kaun ho
brahm lok prithvi lok
lok me patal ke
jis pe tu prasnn ho
wo manushay dhany ho
tere aage tut jaye jalind jaan ke

Upon your brow, a garland of skulls, O Kali,
Great Mother, from life's essence, a crown of mortality.
You embody Rudra's form,
Roaring like thunder, weathering the storm.
Destroyer of the wicked, lotus-born queen,
All creation bows before your keen
Gaze of grace, that falls with favor.
Blessed is the mortal, in your divine flavor,
Before you, the web of illusion, shattered and undone.

Whom you turn from, who will save?
Who will inflict suffering, when you enslave?
Your embrace, a shield, protects and keeps.
Who, O Mahakali, your power surpasses, in depths?
From Brahma's realms to the earth's embrace,
Across all the worlds, in every space,
Upon whom your favor descends, it's true.
Blessed is the mortal, chosen by you,
Before you, the web of illusion, shattered anew.