jaṭā-(a)ṭavi-gala-jala-pravāha-pāvita-sthale
In His hair locks matted, like a forest dense
Water oozes like flowing streams that cleanse
gale-(a)valambya-lambitām bhujaṇga-tuṇga-mālikām
Gigantic serpents on that mighty neck depend
Circling it and hanging down like a lofty garland
ḍamaḍ-ḍamaḍ-ḍamaḍ-ḍaman nināda-vaḍ-ḍamarvayam
Dum Dum Dum, goes the ḍamarū's thundering roar
That weaves the sound's mighty, reverberating soar
ćakāra ćanḍa-ṭanḍavam tanotu naḥ śivaḥ śivam
Such a stirring, energetic Tānḍava, did Lord Śiva dance
O my Lord, to partake its blessings, give us all a chance
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