You are the supreme, the powerful
Destroyer, among the holy trinity;
You beg for food in human skull
And live in Himalayan vicinity.
Fear is dead, if we call your name
There is no hell for your devotee
Thandava dance is your game
It shakes the world and makes evil flee
You hold the moon and the river Ganges
On your head and your matted hair
Opening the third eye heralds changes
And brings in new life with flair
Shiva my lord, help me and save
Its not mine, the life which you gave.
CR VGA
Rdnr 10/6/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey my aunt's name was Shiva, she died like 16 years ago in an earthquake in the north of Iran...daddy told me that Shiva is the goddess of destroying...but she was such a nice woman, always so happy despite all the unfortunates she had