We salute Thee! Lord! Adored of the world, Samsara's bondage breaker, taintless Thou, Embodiment of blessed qualities, Thou transcendest all Gunas; human form Thus bearest. Thee we salute and adore!
Once more awake! For sleep it was, not death, to bring thee life Anew, and rest to lotus-eyes for visions Daring yet. The world in need awaits, O Truth! No death for thee!
If the sun by the cloud is hidden a bit, If the welkin shows but gloom, Still hold on yet a while, brave heart, The victory is sure to come.
The blissful winds are sweet to us. The seas are showering bliss on us.
Beaut'ous blossoms ravishing with perfume, Swarms of maddened bees buzzing all around; The silver moon--a shower of sweet smile, Which all the dwellers of heaven above Shed lavishly upon the homes of earth;
Lo! The sun is not, nor the comely moon, All light extinct; in the great void of space Floats shadow-like the image-universe.
I am neither the mind, nor the intellect, nor the ego, nor the mind-stuff; I am neither the body, nor the changes of the body; I am neither the senses of hearing, taste, smell, or sight, Nor am I the ether, the earth, the fire, the air;
Shiva is dancing, lost in the ecstasy of Self, sounding his own cheeks.