Shiva Tandava Stotram Lyrics in English

Jatatavigalajjala pravahapavitasthale
Galeavalambya lambitam bhujangatungamalikam |
Damad damad damaddama ninadavadamarvayam
Chakara chandtandavam tanotu nah shivah shivam ||1||

From the forest of his matted lock, water flows and wets his neck, On which hangs the greatest of snake-like a garland, And his drum incessantly plays damat, damat, damat, damat, And Shiva is engaged in the very vigorous manly dance, To bless and shower, prosperity on all of us.

Jata kata hasambhrama bhramanilimpanirjhari
Vilolavichivalarai virajamanamurdhani |
Dhagadhagadhagajjva lalalata pattapavake
Kishora chandrashekhare ratih pratikshanam mama ||2||

The celestial river agitatedly moving through his matted hair, Which makes his head shine with those soft waves, And his forehead shining like a brilliant fire-daga daga, And the crescent of moon which is an ornament to his head, Makes my mind love him each and every second.

Dharadharendrana ndinivilasabandhubandhura
Sphuradigantasantati pramodamanamanase |
Krupakatakshadhorani nirudhadurdharapadi
Kvachidigambare manovinodametuvastuni ||3||

The consort of the ever sportive daughter of the mountain, Whose mind rejoices at her side long glances, With the stream of merciful look which removes hardships, Makes my mind take pleasure in him who wears the directions as apparel.

Jata bhujan gapingala sphuratphanamaniprabha
Kadambakunkuma dravapralipta digvadhumukhe |
Madandha sindhu rasphuratvagutariyamedure
Mano vinodamadbhutam bibhartu bhutabhartari ||4||

He, with the shining lustrous gem on the hood Of the serpent entwining his matted locks, He, who is with his bride whose face is decorated By the melting of red saffron Kumkum, And He who wears on his shoulder the hide Of the elephant which was blind with ferociousness, Makes my mind happy and contented, In him who is the leader of Bhoothas.

Sahasra lochana prabhritya sheshalekhashekhara
Prasuna dhulidhorani vidhusaranghripithabhuh |
Bhujangaraja malaya nibaddhajatajutaka
Shriyai chiraya jayatam chakora bandhushekharah ||5||

May he whose foot stool is decorated By the ever flowing flower dust. Falling the bent head of Indra and other Gods, And may He, whose matted locks are tied by the king of serpents, And may he, whose head is decorated By the crescent moon who a friend of Chakora. Shower prosperity for ever on me.

Lalata chatvarajvaladhanajnjayasphulingabha
Nipitapajnchasayakam namannilimpanayakam |
Sudha mayukha lekhaya virajamanashekharam
Maha kapali sampade shirojatalamastu nah ||6||

May he with the raging fire, In his forehead, who burnt the God of love, May He who is forever being saluted by king of devas, And may he who has collected, The cool ambrosia like crescent moon on his head, And may he who wears the collection of skulls, Bless us to create wealth for us.

Karala bhala pattikadhagaddhagaddhagajjvala
Ddhanajnjaya hutikruta prachandapajnchasayake |
Dharadharendra nandini kuchagrachitrapatraka
Prakalpanaikashilpini trilochane ratirmama ||7||

May He in whose dreadful forehead, fire burns “Dhahaga”, “Dhaga,” May He who burnt the one with five arrows as an offering to fire, May He who is the only one who can write decorative lines, On the tip of the breasts of the daughter of the mountain, And May He with three eyes makes mind enjoy in him.

Navina megha mandali niruddhadurdharasphurat
Kuhu nishithinitamah prabandhabaddhakandharah |
Nilimpanirjhari dharastanotu krutti sindhurah
Kalanidhanabandhurah shriyam jagaddhurandharah ||8||

May He whose black neck is as dark, As several layers of new clouds, Packed closely on the night of the new moon. May He who wears the celestial river on his head, May He who killed the Gajasura with an elephant head, May He who is very handsome because of the crescent that he wears, And may he who carries the entire burden of the world, Bless us with all sorts of wealth.

Praphulla nila pankaja prapajnchakalimchatha
Vdambi kanthakandali raruchi prabaddhakandharam |
Smarachchidam purachchhidam bhavachchidam makhachchidam
Gajachchidandhakachidam tamamtakachchidam bhaje ||9||

I salute him, who shines with a black neck, Similar to the well opened blue lotus, On which all the temples depend for prayer, And him who destroyed God of love, the three cities, The worldly problems and yaga destroyers, And him who destroyed elephant faced Asura and also God of death.

Akharvagarvasarvamangala kalakadambamajnjari
Rasapravaha madhuri vijrumbhana madhuvratam |
Smarantakam purantakam bhavantakam makhantakam
Gajantakandhakantakam tamantakantakam bhaje ||10||

I salute him who is like the bee who drinks the sweetened honey, That flows from the flower bunch of collection of arts of the Goddess, And him who destroyed God of love, the three cities, The worldly problems and yaga destroyers, And him who destroyed elephant faced Asura and also God of death.

Jayatvadabhravibhrama bhramadbhujangamasafur
Dhigdhigdhi nirgamatkarala bhaal havyavat |
Dhimiddhimiddhimidhva nanmrudangatungamangala
Dhvanikramapravartita prachanda tandavah shivah ||11||

Victory to the great Shiva, who has the fire burning in his forehead, Which is increased by the breath of the snake wandering in the sky, And to Him who dances to the changing tunes and fierce sound, Of Dhimi, dhimi, dhimi coming out the auspicious drum.

Drushadvichitratalpayor bhujanga mauktikasrajor
Garishtharatnaloshthayoh suhrudvipakshapakshayoh |
Trushnaravindachakshushoh prajamahimahendrayoh
Sama pravartayanmanah kada sadashivam bhajamyaham ||12||

When will I be able to worship that eternal shiva, With a feeling of equanimity towards snake and a garland, Towards great gems and dirt or friends and enemies, Or Towards a blade of grass and lotus like eyes, Or emperor and ordinary men.

Kada nilimpanirjhari nikujnjakotare vasanh
Vimuktadurmatih sada shirah sthamajnjalim vahanh |
Vimuktalolalochano lalamabhalalagnakah
Shiveti mantramuchcharan sada sukhi bhavamyaham ||13||

When will I live the life of pleasure, meditating on Shiva, Sitting near a hollow place near the celestial river Ganga, Releasing all my bad thoughts and with hands clasped above my head, After releasing all passion for the pretty women with shifting eyes?

Imam hi nityameva muktamuttamottamam stavam
Pathansmaran bruvannaro vishuddhimeti santatam |
Hare gurau subhaktimashu yati nanyatha gatim
Vimohanam hi dehinam sushankarasya chintanam ||14||

This greater than the great prayer if read, Remembered, or recited daily by man, Will make him pure, eternal, And he would get devotion to Shiva leading him to salvation, For remembering Lord Shiva, is a sure method of removal of detachment.

Puja vasanasamaye dashavaktragitam
Yah shambhupujanaparam pathati pradoshhe |
Tasya sthiram rathagajendraturangayuktam
Lakshmim sadaiva sumukhim pradadati shambhuh ||15||

He who sings this song composed by the ten-headed one, At the end of every worship or, Reads it after worship of Shiva on the Pradosha day, Will get the blessing of Lord Shiva, chariots, elephants and horses, As well as the affectionate sight of the god of wealth.

Ithi Sri Shiva Tandava Stotram ||