Pandemonium sets at rest…..

As He dances ruthlessly on the dead…

And the serpents cease the venom...

As they yield to the crescent...

And She flows through the tresses...

As white as His abode...

And the toxin finds no escape...

As it clings to His throat...

And the smoke escapes through the chillum of life....

He whose countenance beyond perception...
Whose music beyond Symphony...

Has blessed me with thee…

Shiva...