Om namah shivay.
May Lord Shiva enlightens your path and guide you away from destruction.
I bow to Shiva ask for blessings,
For the sins he eradicates,
And his ways of teaching.
Neither a god, nor a father, not even a teacher nor a disciple,
I bow my head in his feet that are divine,
As he destroyed my cunning rivals.
His hand that gave me blessings and shelter,
How he gulped the poison churned from the sea,
And how he contained Ganga, in his hair, in the time of disaster.
How he dances and how he remains calm,
How we look up to him for patience and virtue,
How he transfuses the energy from his palm.
For he is the might Shiva, the warrior and a sage,
For he is yogi and for whom we are same,
Who doesn’t discriminate among the mortals,
Who didn’t became the king to propel.
The Lord of destruction, the Lord of salvation,
Told us how he is not complete without Shakti,
We bow to him who is Shiva.
The third eye of his, omnipresent in universe,
His blue throat proof of his patience,
His rage which contains earth’s destruction.
I bow to Shiva, the Nataraj, the elite,
And I bow to Shakti, without whom Shiva is incomplete.