O Father of heavenly fire!
Wielder of thunder-bolt, let Thy favor come near,
And do not deprive us of the sight of the Sun or Moon!
May I attain to a hundred winters with joyous laughter!
Put away far from us all hatred, put away anguish and pain,
Put away sicknesses in all directions far from us anon!
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In beauty Thou art the most beautiful of all that exists,
Thou, strongest of the strong, wielder of thunderbolt
Carry our children happily to the other shore of anguish,
Ward off the assaults of mischief and raise up them to shine!
O Shiva, Thou hast gladdened us with joy and vigorous health,
O Rudra, O Sambhu, O Shiva, with Thy softly stroking hands
Caress our sons and ward off the influence of seizing planets!
O Lord of hosts, wilt Thou be gracious to our children
By accepting this hymn of praise!
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When Thou hast been praised, O Lord,
Be gracious to him who magnifies Thee.
Let Thy armies mow down others than us!
O Rudra, a boy indeed makes obeisance to his father
Who comes to greet him : I praise Thee father,
Thou giver of many gifts to Thy children!
May Thy weapons avoid us!
May Thy Maruts (winds) be gracious to us!
O Bounteous Rudra, be gracious to my sons,
To my friends, and to my kith and kin
They will magnify Thee in each congregation!
