Divine Love of Shiv Parvati... (Moharika) - Page 3

My Shiva, O my Shiva!

Tell me please how much You love me

'Cause I myself do not know

And cannot even hope to know

The extent of Your kind love for me.

Everytime I behold Your Image

My heart gets captivated,

Imprisoned as it is by invisible ties

That bind it tightly at Your Lotus Feet.

Oh! How You stand!

So lofty and full of power,

Authoritatively holding Your shining Trident!

The tiger-skin that adores

Your strong masculine Frame,

Along with the elephant-skin You wear

As Your appealing Garment,

Is all the more enhanced in beauty

By the Golden girdle encircling Your Waist.

Oh! How much I envy the Rosary

That embellishes those mighty Arms

And bedecks those hardy Wrists,

Such is my longing to become

The Rosary hugging that sturdy Chest!

Your smooth Body besmeared with Ashes

And the Golden anklet

Glowing on Your right Leg,

Signals the eternal cosmic Dance

You have been doing for endless days

On the sweet rhythm of Your Drum

With such a bewitching grace

That the whole creation

Is watching in stupored daze!

Those three mesmerizing Eyes of Yours

Of light, life and heat

Are the three divine sources:

Your Gold earrings look alluring

In contrast with the pink crimson of Your Cheeks

And the Sandal paste on Your Forehead

Makes that Peaceful expression more placid,

Which radiates from that Face ah so Handsome!

The sparkling crescent Moon

Ornamented as Your diadem

Renders You the form of an enchanting Groom

More exotic and resplendent than

Innumerable brilliant suns!

Ah! That Innocent smile of Yours

Has cast a spell on me!

The sheer Purity of Your Being

Is projected by the Celestial river

That descends gently streaming

From the Crown of Your long matted Hair.

O blue-necked one, Your serpent Necklace

Reveals the conquest of death

And immortality as Your True nature!

However hard I try

I always fail to love You

The way You shower me

At all times with Your love,

So unconditional and unalloyed!

Nevertheless, I shall keep on trying

Without fail, with every breath of mine,

To reach the supreme Abode

Of wholehearted love & devotion

Where my Lord resides.

Though I know this very well

That I am not distinct from You,

Yet, I feel like a hapless Limb

Of Yours, severed from You!

Waiting since time immemorial

When my Lord will pick me up

Out of His unlimited love & compassion,

And put me back where I belong . . .

Please come soon as now no more

Can I live without You,

And then promise me

You will keep me always with You;

Also, when I leave this body

May my ashes be used

In the worship of Your Linga,

The symbol of all-auspiciousness!

With great reverence & adoration

You are venerated by everybody,

But I know not the sacred rites

Through which to pay homage to You;

Still, my Sweet-scented Beloved,

Please accept my love for You

However imperfect it might be,

Because this is all I have to offer You,

As everything I thought of as mine

Has forever already been Yours!