Salutations to you, O Durga, the bestower of happiness. Salutations to you, O Amba, the remover of sorrows.

Your light is formless, and its radiance spreads across the three worlds.

The moon adorns your vast forehead, your eyes are red, and your brows are formidable.

Your form, O Mother, is exceedingly beautiful; seeing it, devotees attain great joy.

You created the universe with your power and provide food and wealth for its sustenance.

As Annapurna, you sustain the world; you are the primordial, beautiful maiden.

At the time of dissolution, you are the destroyer of all; you are Gauri, the beloved of Shiva.

Shiva and the yogis sing your praises; Brahma and Vishnu ever meditate upon you.

You took the form of Saraswati and, by granting wisdom, saved the sages and saints.

O Mother, you took the form of Narasimha and emerged, tearing through the pillar.

You protected and saved Prahlada and sent Hiranyaksha to heaven.

You assumed the form of Lakshmi in the world and reside with Lord Narayana.

You delight in the ocean of milk; O ocean of mercy, fulfill my heart's desires.

In Hinglaj, you are Bhavani; your glory is immeasurable and cannot be described.

You are Mother Matangi and Dhumavati; you are Bhuvaneshwari and Bagalamukhi, the bestower of joy.

You are Bhairavi and Tara, who saves the world; as Chhinnamasta, you remove the sorrows of existence.

As Bhavani, you are resplendent on your lion mount, with the brave Langur (Hanuman) leading your way.

In your hands, you hold a skull-cup and a sword; seeing you, even Time flees in fear.

You wield weapons and a trident, which cause sharp pain in the hearts of your enemies.

You reside in Nagarkot, and your glory resounds through the three worlds.

You slew the demons Shumbha and Nishumbha and destroyed thousands like Raktabija.

The king Mahishasura was exceedingly arrogant, and the earth was distressed by the burden of his sins.

Assuming the terrifying form of Kalika, you destroyed him along with his army.

Whenever the saints were in great distress, you, O Mother, always came to their aid.

In the city of the immortals and the realm of Indra, all remain free from sorrow due to your glory.

Your light shines in the sacred flame; men and women ever worship you.

Those who sing of your glory with love and devotion, sorrow and poverty do not come near them.

Whoever meditates on you with a focused mind is freed from the cycle of birth and death.

Yogis, gods, and sages proclaim that without your power, yoga is not possible.

Shankaracharya performed great austerities, conquering all desire and anger.

He meditated on Shankara day and night, but never remembered you for a moment.

He did not understand the mystery of your form as Shakti; when his power left him, his mind repented.

Taking refuge in you, he sang your praises: "Victory, victory, victory to you, O Jagadamba, Bhavani!"

The primordial Bhavani was pleased and bestowed upon him power that cannot be described.

Please fulfill my desires, just as you fulfilled those of Sutambhari.

Accept this servant as your own and immediately remove all his afflictions in an instant.

You are the youthful maiden, full of virtues, while I am poor, wretched, foolish, and ignorant.

Be pleased with me, O great queen; considering me your own, grant me well-being.

Again and again, I call out to you; save me from the ocean of worldly existence.

Whoever reads or has this Chalisa read will enjoy all happiness and attain the supreme abode.

Knowing Devidas to be your own refugee, bestow your grace, O Jagadamba, Bhavani.