Shiva
In the stillness of the night,
Amidst the shadows and the light,
I hear the whispers of the divine,
The Lord of Dance, the great Shiva, is mine.
With his third eye, he sees all,
And his trident, he can make it fall.
He is the creator and destroyer,
And the ultimate source of all power.
In his hair, the Ganges flows,
And his skin, the ashes glows.
His mount, the bull, is his ride,
And with his grace, all fears subside.
Oh, Shiva, the lord of meditation,
Grant me your divine inspiration,
So that I may find peace and harmony,
In the depth of your eternal mystery.
Comments
Post a Comment