You who wore the moon and tempered storms, who tamed the raging sea, Break the bindings of my doubts and free the captive parts of me. With your thunder-voice declare the dawn; with your mercy carve the way, Jagadambike, burn the darkness; let your presence be my day.
Jagadambike, Mother of the world, arise, arise — Dawn of mercy, flame of fierce delight; In your glance the demons scatter, in your smile the weary find light. O sovereign of Chottanikkara’s hill, crown of the faithful, lift your might.
Chottanikkara Amme (also sung as “Jagadambike”) is a powerful devotional hymn from Kerala that blends reverence, mythic imagery, and cathartic energy. Below is an evocative English rendering of the core devotional lines, followed by a short article that contextualizes the hymn, its emotional heat, and how listeners experience its intensity. English Lyrics (interpretive translation) (An interpretive, poetic rendering rather than literal word-for-word translation)
O compassionate yet terrible, mother both gentle and strong, When sorrows come like knives and nights are long, you are the battle-song. Shielder of the broken-hearted, wielder of the righteous flame, Chottanikkara Amme, we call your name — ever holy, ever same.
Chottanikkara Amme Jagadambike Lyrics In English Hot May 2026
You who wore the moon and tempered storms, who tamed the raging sea, Break the bindings of my doubts and free the captive parts of me. With your thunder-voice declare the dawn; with your mercy carve the way, Jagadambike, burn the darkness; let your presence be my day.
Jagadambike, Mother of the world, arise, arise — Dawn of mercy, flame of fierce delight; In your glance the demons scatter, in your smile the weary find light. O sovereign of Chottanikkara’s hill, crown of the faithful, lift your might.
Chottanikkara Amme (also sung as “Jagadambike”) is a powerful devotional hymn from Kerala that blends reverence, mythic imagery, and cathartic energy. Below is an evocative English rendering of the core devotional lines, followed by a short article that contextualizes the hymn, its emotional heat, and how listeners experience its intensity. English Lyrics (interpretive translation) (An interpretive, poetic rendering rather than literal word-for-word translation)
O compassionate yet terrible, mother both gentle and strong, When sorrows come like knives and nights are long, you are the battle-song. Shielder of the broken-hearted, wielder of the righteous flame, Chottanikkara Amme, we call your name — ever holy, ever same.
