Wake up o'Lord, it's winter's vernal shine
Dawning to be consecrated with mercy Thine
Whilst yet a darkling sky's in full moon shine
In tardy treads it's pinking too fine
As Thou asterism Arudhra is on to sign
Conjuring melodies of cooing birds pine
Invoked Margazhi-matins intensify to combine
Intending for anointed ablutions aromatic divine
Wake up o'Lord, wake up

Then it means to be sanguine more
Sacred bathing mounds in variety to pour
Shiva is fresh and feasted to score
Follow now His jaunt of cosmic chore
Prime at Dharukavan blissful, He dances to roar
Surrender the rishis, their nescience to implore
Repeats His cosmic dance, Pathanjali to adore
On Thai-Poosam for Vyagrapada once more
Illimitable expeditions has He all more

Vital, vigorous, fervent He's the cosmic force
Blest or blazed all from His source
Fiery that He seeks more a bathing course
Cool on Maasi- morn of a chathurdasi-repose
Ere full moon amid sacred ablutions He glows
Freshened Lord doesn't let us doze
Awakens the light in wide awake those
On a Maasi-night whole His blessing flows
Thence the trumpet of His marriage-grandeur blows