Sights and all that's prised -- a passing, This body prized, when bruised, does pall, Worldly possessions and this entity -- a phase, So is this world, this universe and all.
This ephemeral body misconstrued -- as lasting, Numerous have perished day after day, Wealth depleted causing dire pain -- and suffering, Without reservations in mind and soul, I pray.
Though this world, this universe, may crumble -- and fall, Will forever remain, your sturdy foot, matted locks and coral-like body, Indestructible and everlasting, your name -- I call, O Supreme Lord Shiva! O Supreme Body!
Undissolvable are human sins, Through nine holes in my six-feet body, As air and soul depart by any means, Accept my humble soul, Supreme Almighty! Without fail, free me from bondage, As I appear before thee in humble homage.
Once in a sanctuary, a devotee, For ten months, pleaded with the Creator, For a body, he acquired eventually, Merely to be broken by a jester.
Like the multiple births -- we take, Praising oneself, for the sins perpetrated, This broken body, to the grave -- we take, With Karma, Illusion and Ego, this body emaciated.
In the one who knows all, real truth lies incessantly, Those trying to make an impression, awake from your sleep of ignorance, With only Him, in mind constantly, What's burnt, Death consumes as a penance, As unhealed wound is savoured invariably, Similar to admiring Death's body perpetually.
For misdeed committed in previous birth, One has to pay indefinitely, Prior to that, pray to the Lord -- it's worth, To connect with He who chased the God of Death indelibly, For the full moon, Lord Shiva, the sole cause, So Death, I welcome -- Come hither, With Him near, I've no fear.
Lustful and skilled in the art of seduction, Amidst the aroma of sandalwood paste and vermillion, Men and women, with eyes for salacious attraction, Shall have their flesh scotched -- tomorrow, you'll see, Blisters rupturing, with soul leaving body free, Unable to scream a tearful plea, In a shroud -- concealed.
What's above, what's below -- superfluous, You and I -- simply inconspicuous, At the brink of death, my soul -- spirituous, To O Lord Shiva, a surrender -- most arduous!
