The Lord has come in front of us:
The bright light from His loving eyes,
pierce our hearts and bloom the pleasure,
the giddy heads are in eternal trance.
The Lord slowly opens His nectar mouth;
calls each one of us by our sweet names,
pats our shoulders with peacock plumes,
hands over the humble serpent in our hands,
The crescent moon on His merciful Head,
the emanating third eyes between His brows,
The trident now points to the end of the universe,
and He says, "Sanctify Siva Ling in every prayer house",
and then He reveals further to be holy,
giving up all flesh to be Saivites and jolly,
The Destroyer never fails to punish mercilessly,
ascent from thy torpid and be the human truly,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem