In search of Shiva, in search of Shiva,
Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,
Where did I not go to,
Searching Him?
I search of Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,
Whose name so auspicious and blissful
That forgot I the things of my own
And lost myself in
Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,
Meditating, om namah shivay, om namah shivay, om namah shivay,
Shiva, Shia, Shiva.
Shiva not here,
Shiva meditating on Kailash, in the Mansarovar region,
Lost in cmpletely
With the blinking third eye
The power of foreseeing the past, present and the future,
A yogi, fakir and a sadhu
In the joys of His own
With a kamandala, a rudraksha roasy
And the snakes rounded around the neck
And a sacred thread over the bare body
And in the lion leather
Going as a brahmachari.
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