Adya Ma, the ancient one,
Source of all, beyond the sun.
Goddesses arise from you
Kali, Sita, forms anew.

Before all worlds your presence shone,
Even gods know not where you're from.
Above Mahavidyas and Shakti Peethas’ domain,
Formless and with form, you reign.

To worship you is love’s true art
Pure devotion from the heart.
Surrender all; both joy and pain
In your embrace we break each chain.

Mother of creation’s flow,
From you all energies grow.
O Adya Ma, forever near
With bhakti pure we hold you dear.

Jai Ma Adya