Текст и перевод песни Shankar Mahadevan - Dainik Rakshan Mantra

Dainik Rakshan Mantra

Kaalu jytawaali maata, teri jai jia kaar

Tune mujhe bulaye sherawaaliye, mein aya mein aya sherawaaliye
Oh jyotawaaliye, paharwaaliye, oh meherawaaliye
Tune mujhe bulaye sherawaaliye, mein aya mein aya sherawaaliye

Saara jag hai ik banjaara, sab kii manzil tere dwaara
Ouchey parbat lamba rasta, par mein rehana paaya sherawaaliye
Tune mujhe bulaye sherawaaliye, mein aya mein aya sherawaaliye

Sune mann mein ja gayi baati, tere path mein mil gayi saathi
Muh kholum kya tujha se mangu, bin mange sab paaya sherawaaliye
Tune mujhe bulaye sherawaaliye, mein aya mein aya sherawaaliye

Kaun hai raaja kaun bikharim ek baarabar tere sare pujari
Tune sab ko darshan deke, apne gale lagaya sherawaaliye
Tune mujhe bulaye sherawaaliye, mein aya mein aya sherawaaliye

Oh prem se bolo jai maata di,
O sare bolo, o aate bolo, o jate bolo,
O kasht nivare, o paar utaare,
Mere maa bholi, barde jholi,
O jode darpan, maa de de darshan
Jai maata di
O maharawali ki jai
O shrawaliya ki jai jai ambe rani ki jai
Jai sherawali, jai Ambe rani
O paharawale ki jai

Dainik Rakshan Mantra

Dark skinned mother, victory to you

My fierce one, you called for me, I came, I came, my fierce one
Oh light-giving one, oh mountain-dwelling one, oh benevolent one
My fierce one, you called for me, I came, I came, my fierce one

The whole world is a caravan, and everyone's destination is your door
High mountain and long road, but I found my home, my fierce one
My fierce one, you called for me, I came, I came, my fierce one

Light entered my empty heart, and I found a companion on your path
Even before I asked, I received everything, my fierce one
My fierce one, you called for me, I came, I came, my fierce one

Who is the king and who is the beggar, all are equal before you
You gave audience to all and embraced them, my fierce one
My fierce one, you called for me, I came, I came, my fierce one

With love, I say victory to the mother,
All of you say, coming and going,
Relieve our suffering and ferry us across,
My innocent mother, fill my begging bowl,
Bind the mirror, O mother, give me your vision
Victory to the mother
Oh praise to the great queen
Oh praise to the fierce queen, praise to the mango queen
Praise to the fierce one, praise to the mango queen
Oh praise to the mountain queen