I bow to you O Goddess Durga, the bestower of all happiness! I bow to you O Goddess Amba! Who ends all miseries.
The radiance of your light is limitless and pervading and all the three realms (Earth, Heaven and the Nether World) are enlightened by thee.
Your Visage is like the moon and mouth very huge. Your eyes are bedight with a red glow with the frightening frown.
O Mother! Your view is enchanting, the very sight of which ensures welfare of the devout.
All the powers of the world repose in thee and it is you who provide food and money for the world’s survival.
Like the feeding mother Annapurna you nurture the whole universe and you are the one who appear like the timeless Bala Sundari (young girl of extreme beauty).
At the time of Dissolution it is you, O Mother, who destroys everything. You are the beloved consort of Lord Shiva, Gauri (Parvathi)
Lord Shiva and all yogis always chant your praise, Brahma, Vishnu and all other Gods ever meditate on you.
You also appear in the form of Goddess Saraswati to grant wisdom to the sages and thus ensure their welfare.
O Mother Amba, it was you who appeared in the form of Narismha, sundering the pillar.
Thus, you saved Prahlaad and Hiranyakashyap also went to Heaven as he was killed by your hands.
In the form of Goddess Lakshmi, O Mother, you appear in this world and repose by the side of Shree-Narayan.
Dwelling on the Sea of milk, O Goddess,with Lord Vishnu, please fulfil my desires.
O Bhavani, the famous goddess of Hingalaja is no one else but you yourself. Illimitable is your glory, defying description.
You are yourself Matangi and Dhoomavati Mata. It is you who appear as Bhuvenshwari and Bagalamukhi Devi to bestow happiness to all.
It is you, who redeem the world, appearing in the form of Shree Bhairavi, Tradevi and Chhinamasta Devi, and end its sorrows.
Reposing Gracefully upon your vehicle of Lion. O Goddess Bhavani, youa re welcomed by the brave Langur (Lord Hanuman).
When you appear in the form of Goddess Kali with sword in one hand and a cupel in the other, even time flees in panic.
Beholding you well-armed, with a Trident in your hand, the enemy’s heart aches with the sting of fear.
You also repose in the form of the Devi at Nagarkot in Kangara. Thus all the three realms shudder in the might of your glory.
You slayed the demons like Shumbhu and Nishumbhu and masacred the thousand forms of the dreaded demon Raktabeeja.
When the earth was severtly distressed bearing the load of the sins of the arrogant Mahishasur.
You assumed the dreadful form of Goddess Kali and massacred him along with his army.
Thus whenever the noble saints were distressed, it is you O Mother, who came to their rescue.
All the realms including the Amarpuri (divine realm) remain sorrowless and happy by your grace, O Goddess!
It is the symbol of your glory that is burning brightly at Shree Jwala ji. All men and women ever worship you, O Mother!
He who sings your glory with devotion of love and sincerity remains beyond the reach of grief and poverty.
He who meditates upon your form with concentration goes beyond the cycle of births and deaths.
All the Yogis, Gods and Sages openly declare that without your favour one can’t establish communication with God.
Shankaracharya had performed once a special penance caled Acharaj and by the virtue of which he had subdued his anger and desire.
He ever worshipped Lord Shankar and never for a moment concentrated his mind on you.
Since he did not realise your immense glory, his all powers waned and the repented hitherto.
Then, he sought refuge in you, chanted your glory and sang ‘victory, victory, victory’ to Thee O Jagdamba Bhavani.
Then, O Primal Goddesses Jagdamba ji, you were propitiated and in no time you bestowed him with his lost powers.
O Mother! Severe affictions distress me and no one except Your Honoured Self can provide relief. Please end my afflictions.
Hopes and longings ever borture me. All sort of passions and lust torment my beart ever.
Destroy my enemies, O Queen, I remember you singlemindedly, O Bhavani.
O merciful Mother! Show me your favour and make me feel happy by bestowing me with all sorts of riches and powers.
O Mother! May I be the receptacle of your grace as long as I live, ever recounting the feats of your glory to all.
This, way he who ever sings this Durga Chalisa shall ever enjoy all sorts of pleasures and shall attain the highest state in the end. Deeming ‘Devidas’ to have sought your shelter, O Mother of the world, Bhavani, grant me your favour!