You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
Upon your world, your devotees descend,
Heavy is the suffering, the trials without end.
On demons, you fall, a lioness's might,
A hundred lions, in your power and light.
With ten arms, you, a fortress of grace,
You comfort the sorrowful, in every time and space.
You lift us from the depths, and guide us to shore,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, forevermore.
The purest bond, in this world's embrace,
Is the mother-son, in time and space.
Sons may stray, but a mother's love remains,
Never a mother, who inflicts pains.
You shower blessings, a nectar divine,
You bring joy to all, your love will shine.
From the whirlpool of life, you set us free,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, eternally.
We seek not riches, nor worldly gain,
Neither silver nor gold, to appease the pain.
We seek, oh Mother, within your heart's core,
A small, sacred space, forevermore.
You bestow compassion, and troubles cease,
You mend the faithful, and grant them peace.
You uphold the truth, and bring light's gleam,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, a waking dream.
You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
You, Mother, are the cosmic dark, the life-giver, Kali,
Victory to Durga, in her skull-cup glory.
For you, Bharat sings hymns of praise,
Oh Mother, we perform your aarti, our souls ablaze.
Oh Mother, Ambe Ji, Oh Mother, Ambe Ji.
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