English
O Lord Bhaerava, Lord of time, You remain ever engrossed in Your rhythmic Tandava dance. You have untied the knot of Your matted hair and scattered Your spiritual wealth on all. By Your dance in cadence and rhythm, with vigorous jumps, the tranquil earth surges. Caught in the burning heat of fiery volcanos the atoms of the universe begin to dance. To shatter the bondages of all those whose minds are bound by a serpentine noose You blew Your long horn.
