LYRIC

Amvar májhe damvaru váje kon se
Rudra esehe áj;
Jatár bándhan khuliyá giyáche,
tándaveri sejeche sáj.

Viśán bájiye bhiiśań dhvanite
Pinakii náce kon bháve mete’;
Agáiyá cale ashani drutite meru
drághimáy hánite báj.

He Rudra Bhaerav theme’ jáo,
Tomár vibhúti saváre viláo;
Jáhá cáo doba krpá kare’
Náo he shanta Shiv trilokaráj;
He Gaungádhar, he Nataráj.

The sound of the damvaru rends the sky,
which God of destruction has arrived?
Knots of matted hair have come undone,
the Lord has donned the attire
of tándava dance

Blowing the horn with a terrible sound,
in which strange mood does
Pinakii dance? He races ahead with lightning speed
to strike His bolts at polar latitudes.

O fearsome Lord, O Bhaerav, please stop Your frenzied dance,
Share Your divine powers with all,
I will offer whatever You want,
Accept my offerings gracefully, O tranquil Shiva,
Lord of the three worlds,
O Holder of the Gaunga and the King of Dance.


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