Shiv Tandav

Stotram · Pronunciation

Ja-taa-ta-vee-ga-laj-ja-la pra-vaa-ha-pa-vi-ta-stha-le

May Shiva, who bears the sacred Ganga in his matted locks,

Ga-le-a-va-lam-bya lam-bi-taam bhu-jan-ga-tun-ga-maa-li-kaam

A serpent garland around his neck,

Da-mad da-mad da-mad-da-ma ni-naa-da-vad-da-mar-va-yam

And whose damaru sounds damad-damad,

Cha-ka-ra chan-da-taan-da-vam ta-no-tu nah shi-vah shi-vam

Grant us auspiciousness through his fierce tandav dance.

Ja-taa-ka-taa-ha-sam-bhra-ma bhra-ma-ni-lim-pa-nir-jha-ree

May I find delight forever in the Lord whose head

Vi-lo-la-vee-chi-val-la-ree vi-raa-ja-maa-na-moor-dha-nee

Is adorned by the young crescent moon,

Dha-gad-dha-gad-dhi-gaj-jva-la la-laa-ta-pat-ta-paa-va-ke

Whose forehead fire blazes,

Ki-sho-ra-chan-dra-she-kha-re ra-tih pra-ti-ksha-nam ma-ma

And around whom the heavenly Ganga whirls.

Dha-raa-dha-ren-dra-nan-di-nee vi-laa-sa-ban-dhu-ban-dhu-ra

May my mind find joy in that form —

Sphu-ra-di-gan-ta-san-ta-ti pra-mo-da-maa-na-maa-na-se

Companion of the mountain’s daughter,

Kri-paa-ka-taak-sha-dho-ra-nee ni-rud-dha-dur-dha-raa-pa-di

Merciful glance that stills every hardship,

Kva-chid di-gam-ba-re ma-no vi-no-da-me-tu vas-tu-ni

The sky-clad Lord of infinite delight.

Ja-taa-bhu-jan-ga-pin-ga-la sphu-rat-pha-naa-ma-ni-pra-bhaa

May victory be to the Lord who breaks the skull-bowl —

Ka-dam-ba-kun-ku-ma-dra-va pra-lup-ta-dig-va-dhoo-mu-khe

Serpent jewels flashing from his locks,

Ma-dan-dha-sin-dhu-ras-phu-rat vu-gu-ta-ree-ya-bhu-jan-ga-te

Saffron paste marking the directions,

Ji-ro-dhi-yaa-ta-naa-ma-te ja-yat-ka-taa-ha-bhe-da-ne

Glory of Shiva and Shivaa together.

La-laa-ta-cha-twa-ra-jwa-lad dha-nan-ja-ya-sphu-lin-ga-bhaah

May we obtain the wealth of the great Kapalin —

Ni-pee-ta-pan-cha-saa-ya-kam na-man-ni-lim-pa-naa-ya-kam

Whose forehead fire drank up Kama’s five arrows,

Su-dhaa-ma-yook-ha-le-kha-yaa vi-raa-ja-maa-na-she-kha-ram

Whom the gods bow before,

Ma-haa-ka-paa-li-sam-pa-de shi-ro-ja-taa-la-mas-tu nah

Whose crest is lit by rays of nectar.

Sa-has-ra-lo-cha-na-pra-bhri-tya-she-sha-le-kha-she-kha-rah

Victory forever to the moon-crested Lord —

Pra-soo-na-dhoo-li-dho-ra-nee vi-dhoo-sa-raang-hri-pee-tha-bhooh

Whose feet are dusted by blossoms from countless crowns,

Bhu-jan-ga-raa-ja-maa-la-yaa ni-bad-dha-jaa-ta-joo-ta-kah

Whose matted hair is bound with the serpent-king’s garland,

Shri-yai chi-raa-ya jaa-ya-taam cha-ko-ra-ban-dhu-she-kha-rah

Beloved of the chakora bird.

Ka-raa-la-bhaa-la-pat-ti-kaa-dha-gad-dha-gad-dhi-gaj-jwa-la

May my love rest in the three-eyed Lord —

Dhan-an-ja-yaa-hu-tee-kri-ta-pra-chan-da-pan-cha-saa-ya-ke

Artist who paints on Parvati’s form,

Dha-raa-dha-ren-dra-nan-di-nee-ku-chaa-gra-chi-tra-pat-ra-ka

Whose fierce forehead fire consumes Desire,

Pra-kal-pa-nai-ka-shil-pi-ni tri-lo-cha-ne ra-tir ma-ma

Companion of the mountain king’s daughter.

Na-vee-na-me-gha-man-da-lee ni-rud-dha-dur-dha-ras-phu-rat

May he who bears the world grant us fortune —

Ku-hoo-ni-shee-thi-nee-ta-mah pra-ban-dha-bad-dha-kan-dha-rah

Throat dark as a night of new clouds,

Ni-lim-pa-nir-jha-ree-dha-ras ta-no-tu kri-tti-sin-dhu-rah

Who holds the heavenly stream,

Ka-laa-ni-dhaa-na-ban-dhu-rah shri-yam ja-gad-dhu-ran-dha-rah

Treasure-house of time and beauty.

Pra-phul-la-nee-la-pan-ka-ja pra-pan-cha-kaa-li-ma-pra-bhaa

I worship him who destroys Desire, the triple city, worldly bonds, sacrifice’s foes,

Va-lam-bi-kan-tha-kan-da-lee ru-chi-pra-ban-dha-kan-dha-ram

The elephant-demon and Andhaka —

Sma-rach-chhi-dam pu-rach-chhi-dam bha-vach-chhi-dam ma-khach-chhi-dam

And who ends Death himself —

Ga-jach-chhi-dan-dha-kach-chhi-dam ta-man-ta-kach-chhi-dam bha-je

Whose dark throat gleams like a blue lotus.

A-khar-va-sar-va-man-ga-laa-ka-laa-ka-dam-ba-man-ja-ree

I worship him who ends Desire, the cities, becoming, sacrifice’s foes,

Ra-sa-pra-vaa-ha-maa-dhu-ree vi-jrim-bha-naa-ma-dhu-vra-tam

The elephant and Andhaka, and Death —

Sma-ran-ta-kam pu-ran-ta-kam bha-van-ta-kam ma-khan-ta-kam

Around whom bees of devotion swarm

Ga-jan-ta-kan-dha-kan-ta-kam ta-man-ta-kan-ta-kam bha-je

At the nectar-flow of all auspicious arts.

Ja-yat-va-dab-hra-vi-bhra-ma bhra-mad-bhu-jan-ga-mash-va-sa

Victory to Shiva whose tandav is fierce —

Dvi-nir-ga-mat-kra-ma-sphu-rat ka-raa-la-bhaa-la-hav-ya-vat

Serpents whirling as he dances,

Dhi-mid dhi-mid dhi-mid-dhva-nan mri-dan-ga-tun-ga-man-ga-la

Fire blazing from his brow,

Dhva-ni-kra-ma-pra-var-ti-ta pra-chan-da-taan-da-vah shi-vah

Drum sounding dhimid-dhimid in sacred rhythm.

Dri-shad-vi-chi-tra-tal-pa-yor bhu-jan-ga-mauk-ti-kas-ra-jor

When shall I always worship Sadashiva,

Ga-rish-tha-rat-na-losh-tha-yoh su-hrid-vi-pak-sha-pak-sha-yoh

Who looks equally on grass and couch,

Tri-shnaa-ra-vin-da-chak-shu-shoh pra-jaa-ma-hee-ma-hen-dra-yoh

Gems and clods, friend and foe,

Sa-ma-pra-vrit-ti-kah ka-daa sa-daa-shi-vam bha-jaa-my-a-ham

A beggar and an emperor?

Ka-daa ni-lim-pa-nir-jha-ree-ni-kun-ja-ko-ta-re va-san

When shall I, dwelling in a cave by the heavenly stream,

Vi-muk-ta-dur-ma-tih sa-daa shi-rah-stha-man-ja-lim va-han

Freed of wicked thought, hands joined upon my head,

Vi-muk-ta-lo-la-lo-cha-no la-laa-ta-phaa-la-lag-na-kah

Eyes still, brow marked with sacred ash,

Shi-ve-ti man-tram uch-cha-ran ka-daa su-khee bha-vaa-my-a-ham

Find bliss forever chanting “Shiva”?

I-mam hi nit-yam e-va muk-tam ut-ta-mot-ta-mam sta-vam

Whoever recites this supreme hymn daily

Pa-than sma-ran bru-van na-ro vi-shud-dhim e-ti san-ta-tam

Attains lasting purity;

Ha-re gu-rau su-bhak-tim aa-shu yaa-ti naan-ya-thaa ga-tim

Devotion to the Guru and Hari comes swiftly —

Vi-mo-ha-nam hi de-hi-naam su-shan-ka-ras-ya chin-ta-nam

For contemplation of Shankara removes delusion.

Poo-jaa-va-saa-na-sa-ma-ye da-sha-vak-tra-gee-tam

Whoever at dusk, after worship, recites this song of the ten-headed one

Yah sham-bhu-poo-ja-na-pa-ram pa-tha-ti pra-do-she

Dedicated to Shambhu’s praise —

Tas-ya sthi-ram ra-tha-ga-jen-dra-tu-ran-ga-yuk-tam

Shambhu forever grants them firm fortune:

Laksh-meem sa-dai-va su-mu-kheem pra-da-daa-ti sham-bhuh

Wealth, elephants, horses, and a gracious Lakshmi.