In sky with no attributes, a damru roams like rain resplendent,
Oh my Lord of G-O-D,[1] the day You awakened.
At that time, there'd not been any distinction;
There'd been no embellishment, no decoration of form.
A bird's chirping or a leaf's rustle,
There had been nothing, hey the Peerless One.
Then came bloom, fruit, and water, arrived sweetness;
Came the human psyche and nectar's refinement.
Came everything that is good, vanished all that's black;
Unto each heart You did yield, hey the Unrivaled One.
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My Lord Shiva, in You all was there.
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