Shiva Ratri Is Coming

Shiva Ratri, I mean Shiva's Ratri, Shiva's Night Is coming, It will rain, The night will be dark and stormy a bit As the marriage party Will leave for And this is the day of His marriage anniversary. The night will be dark. The winds will howl by, It may be cloudy and stormy And against such a backdrop The party will leave by, The groom a yogi-fakira Seated on a bull With a trident and a kamandala And in the tiger loin cloth. Going to marry Parvati And there the bride's party, The king's men and the folks Aghast and awe-struck To see the groom seated on a bull, A yogi and a fakira With snakes around the neck Rounded To marry his daughter, A princess, How can it be, How can it?