Oh my Bholenath!

Oh my Bholenath!

None but You do I seek.

The One, the only One—

To You, I surrender.

Be my protector, my refuge in storms.

Be my provider, my giver of forms.

Be my destroyer, the fire that librates.

Be my everything—my war, my peace.

A hundred and eight names You bear,

Yet Bholenath is the one I call—

Mere Bholenath, my innocent Lord,

Both the stillness and the storm.

You are silence, yet You are thunder.

You are light, yet You are shadow.

You are life, yet You are death—

You are all, beyond all bounds.

No beginning, no end—

Eternal, the doer of all good.

A dance of ruin, a dance of birth,

Shiva, the rhythm of the universe.

Oh my Bholenath!

I crave You, I call for You, I burn for You.

I thirst for just a glimpse of You.

Do not keep me waiting—

Come, fulfill this longing.

Without You, I do not exist.

Without You, I do not flourish.

Without You, I am lifeless, mindless—

An earthen doll without breath.

Oh my Bholenath!

You alone know me, understand me.

You accept me, guide me, consume me.

You keep me bound in Your illusions,

Yet You are the only truth.

Oh my Bholenath!

Come take me—anywhere, everywhere.

I am ready to rise, I am ready to fall.

I am ready to die,

And I am ready to live forever—

Frozen in devotion upon Kailash’s peak.