Shri Mataji, Your glory is our joy.
To serve you, may we al our wit employ,
And decorate Your throne with all our art,
Thereby to tell the world who rules our heart.

Pray let us crown You with a crown of gold,
And make our speaches [speeches] of You proud and bold.
For all the world to know the Mother of our soul,
The Queen of Heaven whose kingdom is our goal.

In angry places far from heaven’s gate,
May we the joy of paradise relate,
How in us a garden blooms, a cleansing river flows,
The heavenly flute is heard, the cool breeze blows.

We breathe the fragrance of Your matchless love,
Are bathed in cool chaitanya from above.
Pray let us decorate Your Holy Feet,
With brimming hearts and myriad roses sweet.

Such tender blessings fall on us, we yearn to share,
Return Shri Bhoomi Devi’s loving care.
And raise Her sick and dying children up
To drink the amrut from the eternal cup.

Thy kingdom come within this troubled age.
With all Thy powers of love this fight we wage.
Thy will be done, and quickly, by our hands,
To spread Your light throughout the darkened lands.