Mount Kailash

Har Har Mahadeva, Har Har Mahadeva, Shiva, Shiva, Let the world be With the blessings of Shiva, Lord Shiva, Bhole Shankara, Shiva Shankara, Sambhu, Bholenath, Damruwalla With the kamanadala and the trident And in the rudraksha beads, Bracelets, Nilkantha Har Har Mahadeva. A sadhaka, A yogi, A fakira, A crematorium ground wanderer Smearing the forehead With the three ash-lines, The Yoginath, Night-wanderer, Aghora-sadhaka Daninatha Shiva On Kailash In a meditative state Of the transcendental meditation. Nilkantha One whose neck is blue As for the poison taken During the churning of the ocean And the poisonous snakes coiling Around With the Ganga flowing from The locks of the matted hair, How to stand before With the holds folded And the eyes closed Seeking the blessing from Shiva, Shiva Shankara? One who rides a bull, Remains half-naked, half-clothed Into the loin cloth, The tiger cloth With the kamandala, the trishula Going the way Unmindful of Having taken bhang, datura, Sambhu, Bhole Sambhu, Shiva Shanakara, Har Har Mahadeva, You take my, Take my homage, Tribute, my reverence! I see the peaks of Mount Kailash And think of, Think of the peaks in glow, In snow, During the night, During the morning While going through Mansarovar, Marking the waters of, Kailash, Kailash, Mount Kailash, How the peaks of, Peaks of it Radiating, glowing it red, How looking white during the chill!