Your victory, oh Shiva, the self-born, the beast-master,
The first ruler and ancient king bearing hair-locks matted,[1]
Witness of every mind as intellect's most honored guest.
Come from the realm of light, You dwell in the three worlds;
You confer a sweet flow upon everyone.
Beginningless and endless, eternal God Absolute,
Obeisance to You, Lord, the auspicious haven.
Endowed with every quality, ruler beyond attributes,
Renunciant are You, chief of the multitude.
Sweetly You smile, You are here in good fortune and recession,
Upholding all humans, oh the earth's sovereign.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2023
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