HIMÁNII SHIKHAR HOTE NEVE CHILE KON PRÁTE
NAMAH MAHÁDEVA VISHVAMBHAR
SHITHIL JAT́Á JÁLE
ALAKÁ KANAKA JALE
TAKHANO BÁNDHONI HE SHUBHAUNKAR
NAMAH MAHÁDEVA VISHVAMBHAR
UNMATTATÁ RODHITE JAT́Á BÁNDHILE
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UNMATTATÁ RODHITE JAT́Á BÁNDHILE
UCCHALATÁ MÁJHE SAḾYAMA ENE DILE
JIIVANER PATHE PATHE
BHARILE CHANDE GIITE
DAYÁR SÁGAR HE KARUŃÁKAR
NAMAH MAHÁDEVA VISHVAMBHAR
TOMÁR DÁNER KONO TULANÁ NÁHI PÁI
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TOMÁR DÁNER KONO TULANÁ NÁHI PÁI
TOMÁR GUŃER KONO KÚL KINÁRÁ JE JÁI
HE GUŃÁDHIISHA
HE GAŃÁDHIISHA
HE ÁSHUTOŚA PRALAYAUNKARA
NAMAH MAHÁDEVA VISHVAMBHAR
HIMÁNII SHIKHAR HOTE NEVE CHILE KON PRÁTE
NAMAH MAHÁDEVA VISHVAMBHAR
From the snowy peak,
on which morning did You descend?
I salute You,
O Mahadeva (Great God)!
O Vishvambhar (Maintainer of the Universe)!
O Shubhankar (Doer of Auspiciousness),
At that time You had not yet tied Your loose and matted hair
with golden, heavenly water.
You (then) tied Your hair to obstruct insanity.
You brought regulation amidst haphazardness.
Into each step and path of life,
You filled rhythm and song.
O Ocean of kindness!
O Merciful One!
I do not find any comparison to what You have given.
There is neither limitation nor embankment to Your attributes.
O Quickly-pleased One!
O Annihilator of the Universe!