Verse 1
рдЬрдЯрд╛рдЯрд╡реАрдЧрд▓рдЬреНрдЬрд▓рдкреНрд░рд╡рд╛рд╣рдкрд╛рд╡рд┐рддрд╕реНрдерд▓реЗрдЧрд▓реЗрд╜рд╡рд▓рдореНрдмреНрдп рд▓рдореНрдмрд┐рддрд╛рдВ рднреБрдЬрдЩреНрдЧрддреБрдЩреНрдЧрдорд╛рд▓рд┐рдХрд╛рдореНредрдбрдордбреНрдбрдордбреНрдбрдордбреНрдбрдордиреНрдирд┐рдирд╛рджрд╡рдбреНрдбрдорд░реНрд╡рдпрдВрдЪрдХрд╛рд░ рдЪрдгреНрдбрддрд╛рдгреНрдбрд╡рдВ рддрдиреЛрддреБ рдирдГ рд╢рд┐рд╡рдГ рд╢рд┐рд╡рдореНрее
Jatatavigalajjala-pravahapavitasthaleGale avalambya lambitam bhujangatungamalikan.Damad-damad-damad-daman-ninadavaddamarvayamChakara chandatandavam tanotu nah shivah shivam.
From the forest of his matted hair, water flows, washing his neck, on which hangs a lofty garland of a serpent. With the continuous damad-damad-damad sound of his damaru drum, Lord Shiva performs the fierce Tandava dance. May he bless us with prosperity.
Verse 2
рдЬрдЯрд╛рдХрдЯрд╛рд╣рд╕рдореНрднреНрд░рдорднреНрд░рдордиреНрдирд┐рд▓рд┐рдореНрдкрдирд┐рд░реНрдЭрд░реА-рд╡рд┐рд▓реЛрд▓рд╡реАрдЪрд┐рд╡рд▓реНрд▓рд░реАрд╡рд┐рд░рд╛рдЬрдорд╛рдирдореВрд░реНрдзрдирд┐редрдзрдЧрджреНрдзрдЧрджреНрдзрдЧрдЬреНрдЬреНрд╡рд▓рд▓реНрд▓рд▓рд╛рдЯрдкрдЯреНрдЯрдкрд╛рд╡рдХреЗрдХрд┐рд╢реЛрд░рдЪрдиреНрджреНрд░рд╢реЗрдЦрд░реЗ рд░рддрд┐рдГ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдХреНрд╖рдгрдВ рдордорее
Jatakatahasambhramambhramannilimpanirjhari-Vilolavicivallarivirajamanamurdhani.DhagadhagadhagajjvalallalatapattapavakeKishorachandrashekhare ratih pratikshanam mama.
At every moment, my love and devotion is for Shiva, whose head is adorned by the wildly flowing celestial river (Ganga) agitatedly moving through his matted locks, who has a brilliant fire burning fiercely on his forehead, and who wears the crescent moon as an ornament.