English
O Lord over death, in what sort of Tand'ava dance, with what overwhelmingly high rhythm, do You remain engrossed? With the mark of decoration and love in both Your eyes, Your third eye remains glowing. Under Your pounding weight, the earth and heaven tremble. In fear of You all accumulated sins vanish away. The Lord of destruction is dancing. You opened the tuft of Your hair to spread ashes on the burning foreheads of all those who were polluting Your air, extinguishing Your light, contaminating Your pure drinking water and trying to turn the earth into hell.
