From your locks that hold Ganges

From the serpent of attention around your neck

From the music of the rattle drum

I bow to thee, train me, Lord Shiva! All I seek is your embrace…

On your forehead, three sacred lines

Your form of enticement, Somasundara, the divine,

Encourages hymns for lovers us lovers of grace,

I bow to thee Bholenath! I bow with reverence…

The one whose inward gaze, melts mountains, melts snow

The one whose path to Truth, calls me to destroy Lust

The one whose prana invites animals to his abode

I bow to Dattatreya, bow to what’s good! I bow to Lord Shiva…

When all fails, the tortoise offers your protective shell,

When all fails, you have to drink the potion of Death

When all fails, with the Goddess by your side,

You save us all, through dualistic grace.

When the Goddess is sacrificed,

The world in darkness subsides, Your Tandava comes over.

O Lord! The world shakes by your hapless soul

Glory to thee, let the demure Bholenath arise!

Only You could restore my life again

Only trying to ease my Mother’s pain

Only you can share with me divine bliss

I, Ganesha, bow down to thee, Glory to thee Lord Shiva!!

~ Soubhik Chakrabarty

Kolkata, India