BHAERAVA TUMI KII VESHE ESECHO
NÚTAN YUGER BHORE
APÚRVA KII TÚRYA TAVA JÁGÁLO SABÁRE
NÚTAN YUGER BHORE
KÁLA PHAŃÁ PHAŃI SAUNGE ENECHO
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KÁLA PHAŃÁ PHAŃI SAUNGE ENECHO
RAODRE RUDHIRE BHUVAN BHARECHO
UNMADA JAT́Á JÁLA BICHÁYECHO
TRISHÚL VIŚÁŃA KARE
NÚTAN YUGER BHORE
HALÁHALE NIJA KAŃT́HA BHARECHO
KALA KOLÁHALE KRSÁŃU JVELECHO
MRGA TRŚŃIKÁ MARME MEKHECHO
MÁRAVA MARUR PARE
NÚTAN YUGER BHORE
BHAERAVA TUMI KII VESHE ESECHO
NÚTAN YUGER BHORE
O Bhaerava, Shiva, on the morning of new era, in what adornment have You arrived? With
Your unprecedented trumpet You have awakened all. You have brought the annihilating
serpent with You, with intense heat and blood, You have filled the world. You have spread
the frenzied tuft of hair, with trident and long horn in hands. You have filled the deadly
poison in the throat. With resonating noise, You have kindled fire. You have smeared
mirage in the core, beyond the sand of desert.