हे मारी रूम झुम करती आवी, आनंद उत्सव ने गरबा ने रमजत साथे लावी। मोती वाराना चौक मां आव्या अम्बे मां, चौक मा जगमग थाय रे आव्या अम्बे मां। उड़ाओ लाल गुलाल के आव्या अम्बे मां, चौक मा जगमग थाय रे आव्या अम्बे मां। Here comes my Mother, jingling with joy, Bringing along celebration, festivity, and the dance of Garba. In the courtyard of pearls, Mother Amba has arrived, The whole square sparkles with her divine presence. Scatter the red gulal, Mother Amba has arrived, The whole courtyard glitters with her grace. हे मने रमता जोई हरखाउ, उमंग नी छोड़ो उछड़े छे हरखे मने वधाऊ। लख लख दिवडे वधाऊ, विविध भात-भोजनिया जमाडू। मोती वाराना चौक मां आव्या अम्बे मां, चौक मा जगमग थाय रे आव्या अम्बे मां। ओ पेहरी चूंदड़ी लाल गुलाल रे आव्या अम्बे मां। अक्षत-फूलड वधाऊ रे आव्या अम्बे मां। Seeing me play in joy, Mother smiles with delight, My heart overflows with enthusiasm, she blesses me with happiness. Countless lamps are lit in her honor, And varieties of sacred food are offered. In the courtyard of pearls, Mother Amba has arrived, The whole square sparkles with her divine presence. Draped in a red chunri, scattering red gulal, she has come. With rice and flowers, we welcome Mother Amba
