I hold a skull in my hand
I beg for alms of devotion in your land
Stark nude I am, clad by the quarters
Black fire of dissolution blazes upon my fore head
A mountain of fierce poison sleeps in my throat
Yet, an ocean of nectarine light dances in my heart .
My ornaments are the hissing serpents of cosmos
Ashes of the countless galaxies are my cosmetics
And the lustrous heavens I adorn in my tresses
The luminous spheres of the Sun and Moon
And the cosmic fire are my three eyes,
In my locks I wear a crescent moon of bliss,
And a river of nectar to enliven the Creation.
I don’t have the traits of future, past and present
I don’t have a feather bed of felicity for my sleep
I don’t have a gold palace for my residence
Though, I walk on the peaks of Snow Mountains
I take rest in the burning ground of blazing pyres
Ghosts and goblins, terrible hosts of cosmic winds,
The lords of elements, all are my merciless servants.
Though, I am known as the lord of burning ground
I play the eternal music of the sacred sound Aum,
And I wear this universe as my minimum garment.
My body consists of pure consciousness
The infinite bliss is my soul mate.
Can you guess who I am ?-
Without bonds or attachments
I am Siva, the Lord of the universe;
In the mirror of my splendorous nature
I reflect my own self as an individual self
To play the roles of all beings of the world
I enjoy this play in the mirror of my mind;
Engrossed in my play of endless bliss
While I am creating a heaven in my heart
I became a man of this world!
