niraakaara monkaara-moolam turiiyam giraa gnaana gotiita miisham giriisham karaalam mahaa-kaala-kaalam krpaalam gunaagaara samsara paaram nato ham
I bow to the supreme Lord who is the formless source of Om The Self of All, transcending all conditions and states Beyond speech, understanding and sense perception Awe-full, but gracious, the ruler of Kailash Devourer of Death.
I worship Shankara, whose form is white as the Himalayan snow Radiant with the beauty of countless Cupids Whose head sparkles with the Ganga With crescent moon adorning his brow and snakes coiling his neck.
Om nama shivaye, Om nama bhagwata rudraye
niraakaara monkaara-moolam turiiyam giraa gnaana gotiita miisham giriisham karaalam mahaa-kaala-kaalam krpaalam gunaagaara samsara paaram nato ham
The fierce, exalted, luminous supreme Lord Indivisible, unborn and radiant with the glory of a million suns; Who, holding a trident, tears out the root of the three-fold suffering.
You, who are without parts, ever blessed The cause of universal destruction at the end of each round of creation A source of perpetual delight to the pure of heart Slayer of the demon, Tripura, consciousness and bliss personified.