On Maha Shivaratri Poem by Kishore Asthana

Om..

OM Śwah Bhuvah bhu / Om Śwāh Jhoom Hõm Òm
Õm Jhūm Hõm Śwah / Om bhu bhurvah swah

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In Phalgun month, winter waning
The 13th night, dark and sweet
Under the bael-tree, I sit and wonder
In my meditation, who'll I meet

I have no water, milk or honey,
The Shivaling I have, is in my mind
No sindur, no fruits, no incense or betel
Will Triyambakam still be kind?

I worship not as I wait in silence
So yajamahe I cannot say
The fragrance is in his very name
Sugandhin, he is, night and day

I am well, through his grace
Pushtiwardhanam, he is for sure
Like a gourd that stays un-plucked
Urwarukamiv, is the only cure

For this world, and if he comes
Only for one thing I will pray
Release me, O lord of life & death
Bandhanan mrityur mukshiye

For I am immortal, the real me
Ma amritaat, is indeed true
I'm not this body-mind you see
I am not - and nor are you

Om Namah Shivaya echoes inside
Perhaps he'll come, perhaps not
My silent mind, my waiting self
And Om Namah Shivaya is all I got

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OM Śwah Bhuvah bhu / Om Śwāh Jhoom Hõm Òm
Õm Jhūm Hõm Śwah / Om bhu bhurvah swah

Om, Om, Om...

Kishore Asthana
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