Let my salutations be to the blue-throated one,
Who has a thousand eyes.
Salutations to him who is always black-haired,
Who wears the sacred thread, to him the lord of the strong!
Salutations to the lord of the universe,
The shield against the phenomenal world.
When the waters collide and boil
When the skies fall apart
When the blood desecrates the soil
When the sins tear the heart
I am here to release my wrath
On the soil of the damned
I am here to release my wrath
Turning flesh into sand
Hark! I am Mahadeva, master of the universe,
I am Pashupati, lord of life
Hark! I am Nataraja, I shall dance in eternal flame,
Ending Kali Yuga with my Tandava
When the breeze turns into a storm
When the fires erupt
When the heir to the throne is stillborn
And the last king is corrupt
I am here to release my wrath
Upon the races of man
I am here to release my wrath
Let the cleansing begin
Hark! I am Mahadeva, master of the universe,
I am Pashupati, Lord of Life
Hark! I am Nataraja, I shall dance in eternal flame,
Ending Kali Yuga with my Tandava
Salutations to him who protects the world by the might of
His drawn bow,
To rudra the destroyer of all miseries, to the lord of the fields
And sacred places!
Let him annihilate the enemies of mine, the rakshasas,
Spirits and demons. O,
Supreme lord! Protect us from all wordly troubles
With the weapons and the bow in your hands! praise the reputed one,
The dweller of the heart, the ever young one, terrible like a lion,
The destroyer, the supreme one! let your hordes destroy our enemies!