Jai yug-yug ki Adi shakti, jag men prachalit hai nav bhakti
Adi, madhya aur avasana, teri gati vidhi koi na jana
Nirmal shradha men khush hoti, thode men santusht ho jati
Kali men nam dharyo Santoshi, agni tulya pratyaksha-vishekhi
Kala, gyan, bal, vidya, datri,tum sam saral sukhadan hindhatri
Sakal charachar tum se chalte, bhut-pret yamdut sinharte
Dushta dalan sanhar karni,Mata tum Brahmanda dharini
Sarasvati Lakshmi aur Kali,amit shakti ki khan nirali
Tumhare sharan gahe jo koi,mano kamana purna hoi
Tum Ganesh ki man kanya,tumse dharti ho gai dhanya
Riddhi, siddhi, hai tumhari mata,mangalmai vardana ke data
Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh, Trimaya, us ka bat tujh men hai samaya
Sir par kanchan mukut suhata,sundar ratna sa muh dikhata
Madhur-manohar mukhda komal,pushpamal aur shyamal kuntal
Alankar sohit hain ang mein,navya divya tan meru rang mein
Sundar vastra mein mala rakhti,darshak ke man vash mein karti
Ga trilakh da dhare do hatha chatur bhuji ko tekahu matha
Sanmukh amritbhari surahi,sath kamdhenu manchahi
Svarna kalash rahta hai age,bhakton ke saubhag ya ham jage
Tumhare bhaktibhav jo pave,ajar amar jag mein ho jave
Namo namo, jagtaran hari,dukh daridra taro mahtari
Shukravar din ati anukula,Santoshi vrata mangalmula
Bahuvidhi mat ki puja kar,Santoshi kl katha shravan kar
Gud aur chana prasad chadhave, nirhar ek jun manave
Savadhan us din yah rakkhe, bhul se khatta deve na chakhe
Nahin to matu kupitu ho jati,bansh sahit santan nasati
Shukravar solah vrat rakhe,udya pan-utsah se manave
Phir to ichchha puran hoi,matu kripa se der na hoi
Adbhut devi chamatkarini,pal men chinta pidha harini
Ja par kripa matu ki hoi,jit sake na usko koi
Dhanvivek sukhshanti pradayini,is yug ki navpran vidhayini
Tum sam devi kou nahin, dekh liya mein Tribhuvan mahin
Dukh ati pai bahu bichari,pati viyog ki vah dukhyari
Nariyal-khopar pikar pani, bhus ki roti khai abhagini
Santoshi ka vrat jo kinhin,pati sahit vaibhav pa linha
Pida, chinta katahu marta, ashtsiddhi navanidhi ki data
Santoshi upvas kare jo, sukh sampati ka bhog kare vo
Vahan vahan sab thaur samai,tumhari mahima kahi na jai
Man vanchhit var pavai kvari, paye suhag sadhva sannari
Sukh dhan jan sab manokamna, purna hogi satya janana
Path sava sau karai jo koi,mitai kasht sukh-sampati hoi.
Chalisa in English
Glory , all glory to you, O Primordial Power, worshipped in every age. Devotion to you is now a universal phenomenon. Without a beginning a middle and as you are, your movements and activities are mysterious and incomprehensible.
Selfless and unblemished regard shown to you pleases you most; a trifling faith in you is enough to satisfy you. Although you are bright as fire and visible, you are called Santoshi in this Kali age.
To you we owe the arts, knowledge, strength and learning for there is no foster-mother as simple and comforting as you; and to you owes everything, moving and unmoving, its existence; but you are a big terror to ghosts, fiends and Death’s messengers.
While you kill and destroy the wicked, you sustain and uphold the universe. As Saraswati, Lakshmi and Kali you are a mysterious and unique reservoir of immeasurable power.
Whosoever seeks your protection, finds all his desires fulfilled. You are the virgin mother of Ganesha and it is you who made the earth a supremely favoured place.
O Mother, you are the daughter of Riddhi and Siddhi, the two most munificent bestowers of propitious boons and embody the triple wisdom of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesha.
On your head is a beautiful golden coronet studded with a cluster of splendid jewels; your soft, tender face possesses the beauty of mingled sweetness and charm aided by a beautiful wreath of flowers and a lock of black hair.
Your young divine body decked out with ornaments, looks elegant in its red ochre as does the wreath of your beautiful garments which bewitch the minds of all who behold them.
Bow to the four-armed goddess who holds a lotus and a conch-shell in tow of her hands. In front of her is a flagon filled with nectar and beside her the much coveted cow of plenty.
Before you is kept a golden pitcher for blessing the devotees with good fortune. O Mother, age does not wither him nor Death kill the person whom you bless with disinterested love and devotion.
I bow to you again and again, O deliverer of the world and entreat you to be so good a mother as to relieve me of my penury and misery. Fridays are all favorable to you for the observance of Santoshi’s Vrata-the vow kept in honor of you; it is the root of all blessings.
Let the devotee worship the Mother in as many ways as possible and listen to the story of her miraculous acts; let him offer her jaggery and non-fried gram and forgo one meal.
He should be particularly careful not to offer nor taste anything sour. Failure to observe this rule so enrages the Mother that she, in her fury, destroys the family of the transgressor.
Continuously for sixteen Fridays should the vrata be observed and with great pomp and ceremony must it close. If these instructions are followed, every desire of the devotee will be fulfilled without delay.
Endowed with miraculous powers, the wonderful goddess relieves her votaries of their anxieties and sufferings in trice. Whosoever is blessed by the compassionate mother becomes invincible.
She doles out wealth, knowledge, happiness and peace to her supplicants for she is the harbinger of a new awakening in this age. I am convinced that there is nine in the three spheres comparable to her in might and compassion.
A poor helpless housewife, bereaved of her husband was extremely distraught and was so unlucky that she has a coconut shell from which she drank water and eased her hunger by eating bread made of husks and chaff. When she observed the vow consecrated to Santoshi, she was blessed with prosperity and her husband was restored to her.
O Mother, you are the gracious donor of the eight accomplishments and nine treasures; I supplicate you to relieve me of my worries and sufferings. He who observes fast enjoys both wealth and happiness.
Your glory, which permeates all space, beggars description. Maidens if chaste and devoted to you, get husbands of their choice and married women if faithful and virtuous receive the boon of lasting coverture.
Consider it a indubitable truth that devotion to Santoshi leads to the fulfillment of all desires and yields happiness, prosperity and a large family. He who repeats this hymn a hundred and twenty-five times is relieved of all his afflictions and is blessed with great felicity and riches.