jaṭā-katāha-saṃbhramam-bhraman-nīlimpa-nirjhari
Like a huge cauldron are those matted locks
In them is swirling, the river of the Gods (Gangā)
vilola-vīći-vallarī-virāja-māna-mūrdhani
Her waves lash about, twisting to and fro
Like a glistening creeper, above his brow
dhagad-dhagad-dhagad-jalal-lalāṭa-paṭṭa-pāvake
Dhag Dhag Dhag sputters the flame on His temple, very bright
kiśora-ćandra-śekhare ratiḥ pratikṣaṇaṃ mama
With the young moon on the crest, He is ever a captivating sight
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