Mahadeva

Har Har Mahadeva,
Shiva-Shankara
Bholenath in meditation
With the kamandala and the trisula
Before,
The crescent by the side of the forehead
Which is but the Third Eye area,
Three ash lines smeared over
Giving a bizarre look
And it streaming, streaming from
The matter hair
And He lost in sadhna
On the tiger leather
Wearing a rudrakshamala around
The neck
And the snake coiled around
He taking to prayer and meditation
Blue-necked Nilkantha Mahadeva,
About whom it is said
Who drank poison and rounded snakes
When they partook off
And remained it not anything for Him to take,
Saintly Shiva
With Nandi as His mount,
One wandering in the shamshana ghats,
A night-wanderer, an aghora
Shiva, Shiva,
Bholenath, Shiva-Sambhu,
Har Har Mahadeva,
Bhole shankara ki jai.

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