o maa sherowaali, o maa shaktishaali
maa meri maa se mila de mujhe
mamata ka main waasta dun tujhe
dar se na tere jaayunga khaali
maa sheronwaali, o maa sheronwaali
o maa sheronwaali, o maa shaktishaali
maa meri maa se mila de mujhe
mamata ka main waasta dun tujhe
dar se na tere jaayunga khaali
maa sheronwaali, o maa sheronwaali

maa chup hai beta rota hai, aisa jag mein kab hota hai
patthar ke mandir mein rehkar
dil bhi kya tera maa ho gaya patthar
teri daya ko jaga dunga, rokar main tujhako rula dunga
pighalegi kab tu pahaadonwaali
maa sheronwaali, o maa sheronwaali

sab ki maata tab tujhe maanu, mera dukh pehchaane toh jaanu
jo na dikhaayi maa ki surat
utha le jaayunga main teri murat
sab kuchh hai dhanwaalon ka, nirdhan ke bas maat pita
daulat yeh meri kyun tune chhupa li
maa sheronwaali, o maa sheronwaali

apne bhakton ki tujhko kasam, dil ke sachchon ki tujhko kasam
tere bachchon ki tujhko kasam, na apno ko de ye saja
o maa sheronwaali, o maa shaktishaali
trishul tera utha lunga, charano pe sar ko chadha dunga
rang degi tujhko lahu ki laali
maa sheronwaali, o maa sheronwaali

duri mita de, maa se mila de
ya meri maa ka roop tu dhar le, roop tu dhar le, roop tu dhar le

O Lion-Riding Mother, O Powerhouse Divine,
Grant me union with the Mother of mine.
By the plea of all motherly care I implore,
From your threshold, I'll never walk wanting more.
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Lion-Riding,
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Powerhouse Divine,
Grant me union with the Mother of mine.
By the plea of all motherly care I implore,
From your threshold, I'll never walk wanting more.
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Lion-Riding.

The child weeps, and a mother hides her face,
When does the world witness such disgrace?
In temples of stone, you reside, it seems,
Has your heart, too, become like stone, it gleams?
I'll awaken your compassion, I vow,
With tears that will make you weep somehow.
When will you soften, O mountain-born queen?
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Lion-Riding.

Mother of all, then I'll acknowledge your grace,
When you know the pain that I embrace.
If the Mother's visage remains unseen,
I'll carry your idol, your image, I mean.
All belongs to the wealthy, it is true,
For the poor, only mother and father are due.
Why have you hidden this wealth from my sight?
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Lion-Riding.

By the vow of your devotees' plight,
By the truth held within the heart's light,
By the vow of your children, I plead,
Do not inflict this punishment, this deed.
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Powerhouse Divine,
I'll raise your trident high as a sign,
My head at your feet, my devotion complete,
Your form will be stained with my crimson beat.
O Lion-Riding Mother, O Lion-Riding.

Erase this distance, with my mother align,
Or embody my mother, be forever mine,
Be forever mine, be forever mine.