I bow to the Ruler of the Universe, whose very form is Liberation, The omnipotent and all pervading Brahma, manifest as the Vedas. I worship Shiva, shining in his own glory, without physical qualities, Undifferentiated, desireless, all pervading sky of consciousness And wearing the sky itself as His garment.
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, the immortal abode of all virtues.
I worship Shankara, whose form is white as the Himalyan 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,