ÚRMI UTTÁL MAHODADHI
HE BHAERAVA E KI RÚPA TOMÁR
NARTANA VARTANE NIRAVADHI
E KI BHIITI SAMÁHÁR
HE BHAERAVA E KI RÚPA TOMÁR
ARUŃER ÁLOKE MLÁNA KARE DÁO
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ARUŃER ÁLOKE MLÁNA KARE DÁO
VARUŃER DYULOKA DYUTI PALAKE SARÁO
TUMI, UDDÁMA TAVA PELO DÁN
MRIGÁUNKA KALÁPE JAT́Á SAMBHÁR
HE BHAERAVA E KI RÚPA TOMÁR
KÁLER KARÁL HALÁHALA TOMÁTE
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KÁLER KARÁL HALÁHALA TOMÁTE
NIILA KANT́HA DAND́A PÁSHA SÁTHE
TUMI, SUNDAR TUMI MANOHARA
KAPÁLE KRISHÁŃU GALE ÁKANDA HÁR
HE BHAERAVA E KI RÚPA TOMÁR
ÚRMI UTTÁL MAHODADHI
HE BHAERAVA E KI RÚPA TOMÁR
As ocean full of rising waves,
O Bhaerava,
what form of Yours is this?
Revolving and dancing continuously,
what totality of threat!
You darken the morning light within moments,
removing the heavenly glow of divinity.
You are unrestrained,
Your lock-filled chignon resembles a gifted moon on a raised peacock’s tail.
Annihilating poison is within You,
O Niilakantha.
You keep with You the stick and the rope.
You are both beautiful and charming,
with fire on Your forehead
and a garland of sunflowers around Your neck.