Churning the essence of sandal,
who are You who came at this untimely hour?

Upon Your neck lies the garland of the three-layered universe,
shining with the sweetness of absorption.

Ever restless,
extremely hard,
bound by Your own law,
You are the charming stealer of mind.

There is heavenly effulgence on Your face.

You intoxicate the world
and bring the charm of Your beauty and attributes to it.

Though You are beyond attributes,
You still express Yourself though rhythms.

O singular Shiva!
O Lord!

You never accept defeat from the foolish challenges of devils.