Jaya Mahesha

Victory to thee – Oh Lord – adorned with the Eye of Knowledge, the Moon on your head, the Snake encircling your waist, the magnificent River Ganga flows from the knots of hair on top of your ash smeared body, as you come riding the bull.

You, the Master of creation and destruction, with the Drum in one hand and the Trident in the other, Eternally blissful and yet detached, the Vedas praise your Incomparable Greatness. Let me chant your name and gain ‘Moksha’ from this Cycle of life and Death.

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