Kabaa Leeswarar, The Destroyer.

The mask on YOUR face, my Lord, just printed out from the thoughts, YOU are not fierce, though likes to punish, O our Gods, when The desert land finds its peace. Kabaalee, the master of Sun and the Crescent, witnessing the crowd of His repenting worshipers, in silence, the nectar of Ganges of Zam Zam, all of us are YOUR kids, but a few are too playful, in All those prayer halls carved out of YOUR abode, each pillar speaks and hears the chanting aloud, the kneeling individuals visit YOU five times, Lords, the creator, protector and destroyer, are not tired, Allah, one of the names of YOUR only consort, my beloved Shiva, Be merciful to all of us, who have defaced and taken all your jewels, and the beautiful form and structure, and calling YOU nameless and then neutered, YOU have never failed to teach the worms through hardship, Please forgive all our bad deeds and wrong teachings, Otherwise, Let us face the truth of a hand for a hand,