"This soul's to be reborn, his mind is hard;
On his egotism I have need to dance,
On his vasanas I shall stamp and prance"!
Thinking how to protect me and safeguard,
You trampled on my ego's house of cards,
As inside your house divine where chances
Are secure, you blest me with your glances,
Oh Great Lord Shiva you're Great King of Bards!
Shiva chose a mountain high in the sky,
So his soft lotus feet could harden well.
Then his dance on the minds of those who lie
Prostrate at his feet, shall be saved from hell.
That's his promise and ever boundless grace,
To all who yearn to glimpse his sacred face.
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