With a rudraksha rosary into the hands of his,
The devotee sitting under the shade of the temple
Near the pillars of it,
Lost in meditation,
With the eyes closed
And the lips taking the name of the Lord,
Om namah shivay, om namah shivay, om namah shivay.
The mind dwelling far, in search of Shiva,
Shiva on Mount Kailash,
With a kamandala and a trident
And into the lion cloth
Just over the waist,
Trekking alone the snowy regions.
A sadhu, yogi and a fakira,
Snake-rounded around the poison-taken bluish neck
Lost in His own, oblivious of all.
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