jai ho, jai ho
jai ho, maiya teri jai ho
solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
maiya ka vrat jo kare
use manchaha fal de
ma santoshi manchaha fal de

solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
maiya ka vrat jo kare
use manchaha fal de
ma santoshi manchaha fal de
meri ma santoshi manchaha fal de

pahla niyam khatta na khao, khatta na khao
na khud khaao, na kisi ko khilaao
khatta na khao
khaaoge mitha, vachan honge mithe
vachan honge mithe
mitha jo bole vo duniya ko jeete
duniya ko jeete
solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
maiya ka vrat jo kare
use manchaha fal de
ma santoshi manchaha fal de
meri ma santoshi manchaha fal de

puja karo ghee ka deepak jalaao, deepak jalaao
ma ki katha khud padho aur sunaao
sabko sunaao
prsaad baanto gud aur chane ka
gud aur chane ka
bigda hua kaam pal me banega
pal me banega
solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
maiya ka vrat jo kare
use manchaha fal de
ma santoshi manchaha fal de
meri ma santoshi manchaha fal de

bhule huo ko rasta bataye, rasta bataye
bichhde huo ko ma fir se milaaye, ma fir se milaaye
shardha na tute na vishwaas dole, na vishwaas dole
uski vijay ho jo ma ki jay bole
ma ki jai bolo
solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
maiya ka vrat jo kare
use manchaha fal de
ma santoshi manchaha fal de
meri ma santoshi manchaha fal de

fal jab mile vrat ka karna udyapan, karna udyapan
baalak bula ke karwana bhojan, karna udyapan
utna karo daan jitni ho shakti, jitni ho shakti
shakti na dekhe ma dekhe re bhakti, dekhe re bhakti
solah shukrvaar vidhi anusaar
maiya ka vrat jo kare
use manchaha fal de
ma santoshi manchaha fal de
meri ma santoshi manchaha fal de
meri ma santoshi manchaha fal de

Glory be, Glory be, Glory to you, Mother!
Sixteen Fridays, as the ritual decrees,
She who fasts, her heart's desire,
Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.
Sixteen Fridays, as the ritual decrees,
She who fasts, her heart's desire,
Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.
My Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.

First, shun the sour, the bitter taste,
Neither consume, nor let it be shared.
If sweet you eat, your words are sweet,
Sweet words conquer, and the world they greet.
The world they greet, sixteen Fridays, as the ritual decrees,
She who fasts, her heart's desire,
Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.
My Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.

Worship, light the ghee lamp bright,
Read the tale, and share its light.
Distribute Prasad, jaggery and gram,
Broken tasks are healed in a single spasm.
Sixteen Fridays, as the ritual decrees,
She who fasts, her heart's desire,
Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.
My Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.

Lost souls find their path anew,
Separated hearts, she joins them true.
Let faith remain, and trust abide,
Victory to those who sing Her stride.
Who sing Her stride, sixteen Fridays, as the ritual decrees,
She who fasts, her heart's desire,
Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.
My Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.

When fruits are reaped, the Udyapan is done,
Call the children, a feast begun.
Give as you have, with open hand,
For Mother sees devotion, in this land.
She sees devotion, sixteen Fridays, as the ritual decrees,
She who fasts,
her heart's desire,
Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.
My Mother Santoshi, grants her heart's desire.