TÁND́AVA NÁCE METECHO
HE BHAERAVA KÁL BHAERAV
KÁL BHAERAV
DHÚRJAT́I JAT́Á KHULECHO
VILÁLE VAEBHAV
KÁL BHAERAV KÁLA BHAERAV
CHANDE TÁLE UTTÁLETE
SHÁNTA DHARÁ UT́HALO METE
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CHANDE TÁLE UTTÁLETE
SHÁNTA DHARÁ UT́HALO METE
JVÁLÁMUKHIR UTTÁPETE
NÁCALO AŃU SAB
KÁL BHAERAV KÁL BHAERAV
NÁGA PÁSHERI BANDHANETE
BADDHA JÁRÁ CHILO CITE
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NÁGA PÁSHERI BANDHANETE
BADDHA JÁRÁ CHILO CITE
TÁDER BÁNDHAN KHULE DITE
JÁGALO VIŚÁŃA RAV
KÁL BHAERAV KÁL BHAERAV
TÁND́AVA NÁCE METECHO
HE BHAERAV KÁL BHAERAV, KÁL BHAERAV
O Lord Bhaerava,
Lord of time,
You remain ever engrossed
in Your rhythmic Tandava dance.
You have untied the knot of Your matted hair
and scattered Your spiritual wealth on all.
By Your dance in cadence and rhythm,
with vigorous jumps,
the tranquil earth surges.
Caught in the burning heat of fiery volcanos
the atoms of the universe begin to dance.
To shatter the bondages of all those
whose minds are bound by a serpentine noose
You blew Your long horn.