English
From the northeastern corner, the long horn has started sounding. What does it wish to convey? O Lord Shiva, Your dance scatters meteorites in oscillating waves. You dance the jumping Tandava dance, giving jerk to sin. You guide forward the deaf chariot of light. O Greatest controlling God, why do You do whatever You do? My eyes are unable to understand and speechlessly look on. The web of Your matted hair has opened out freely. With that, O Lord, You have become full of rhythm. With each rhythmic step, You move on, in the light-flashing sound that is awakened.
