Supreme in profile, with crowning horns,
Ever watchful of all company-
Devotees by day and spirits at night.
Ever watchful of all company-
Devotees by day and spirits at night.
Resolute,
With never a nibble of distraction,
Nor even a nod to the tamarind tree
That coyly holds her own watch around.
Shiva hugs his snakes no doubt,
Ensconced in his resonant cave-
Yet he loves your readiness and strength.
Ensconced in his resonant cave-
Yet he loves your readiness and strength.
The fire dancers and cymbalists march,
Bringing Bhairavi every dusk to light up your space,
With chants and swirls, leaps and more.
Some way indeed to cool you, baked all day in the sun!
Bringing Bhairavi every dusk to light up your space,
With chants and swirls, leaps and more.
Some way indeed to cool you, baked all day in the sun!
The constant cascade of bathing waters doesn't tempt you
To move away for a dip.
Nor the cackle of happy children
Stirs you from your post-
Not even a swish of your tail.
To move away for a dip.
Nor the cackle of happy children
Stirs you from your post-
Not even a swish of your tail.
Those are the only two sounds in your world
Except the war cries of the spearmen.
Except the war cries of the spearmen.
And the burning camphor quietly dilates your nostrils.
You are mightier than the huge granite blocks and columns.
You are a match for the yonder hills.
Your eternal watch is the breath of Isha.
You are a match for the yonder hills.
Your eternal watch is the breath of Isha.
