CÁNDERA HÁSITE TUMI HESECHO
KEKÁR KALÁPE NECE CALECHO
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SABÁR MANER KATHÁ SHUNECHO
SABÁR MANE T́HÁIN NIYECHO
KEKÁR KALÁPE NECE CALECHO
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D́AMBARU BÁJIYE ASHANI DHVANITE
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D́AMBARU BÁJIYE ASHANI DHVANITE
AMBARE KÁḾPIYE PRALAY GIITITE
TÁND́AVE CAND́ATÁ ENE VIDHITE
KALMAŚA KÁLI MUCHE DIYECHO
KEKÁR KALÁPE NECE CALECHO
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EKAK PURUŚA TUMI PRAKRTI ADHIISHA
SARÁO KALUŚA NÁSHO ASMITÁ VIŚA
TIRYAK NAHO RJU SAMA ADRIISHA
SHÁLAPRÁNSHU HOYE RAYECHO
KEKÁR KALÁPE NECE CALECHO
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CÁNDERA HÁSITE TUMI HESECHO
KEKÁR KALÁPE NECE CALECHO
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O Lord, though the smile of moon, You smile and go on dancing through the peacock’s
dance. You listen to the events of all minds, and take position in everyone’s mind. By
playing the hand held drum, d’ambaru in thunderous sound, shivering the sky with
annihilating song, by prescribing strength in jumping dance, Ta’ndava, the blackness of
dirt, You have removed. You are the solitary Purus’a, controller of the Prakrti, remove
the dirt and destroy the poison of the ego. Not oblique, but straight like the king of
mountains, as tall as a large gregarious sa’l tree, You remain.