He opened his third eye-
A surge of radiant beam of light-heat
Courses through his dark skin,
Reaching his neela-kantam
And flows into the tips
Of the trisulam- wielding palm.
His thick, black matted locks
Grasp the great Ganga
And the quarter moon itself
As it unfolds about the nape of his neck.
His thundering feet are adorned
With the shining, gold thandai.
With one foot firmly holding the earth
He lifts the other in destruction.
Around his strong, gaunt shoulders
Curls the powerful serpent.
His fiery natyam
Breaks the mountains, raises the tides,
Quakes the very core of the earth,
Destroying deep-rooted evil.
The guardian of earth, sea and sky
Releases pure, powerful, rhythmic, wrathful
From the centre of his palm
And from him emanates the sheer radianceOf destructive shakthi.
The heavens and earth
All hell breaks loose,
As the third eye burns
And the trident-lord unleashes