Shiv Tandav Rock Version (Aigiri Nandini)
by Sachet Tandonft Parampara Tandon, Sachet-Parampara
ਜਟਾਟਵੀਗਲੱਜਲਪ੍ਰਵਾਹਪਾਵਿਤਸਥਲੇ ਗਲੇਵਲੰਬ੍ਯ ਲੰਬਿਤਾਂ ਭੁਜੰਗਤੁੰਗਮਾਲਿਕਾਮ੍ ਡਮੱਡਮੱਡਮੱਡਮੰਨਿਨਾਦਵੱਡਮਰਵਯਮ੍ ਚਕਾਰ ਚੰਡ ਤਾਂਡਵੰ ਤਨੋਤੁ ਨਃ ਸ਼ਿਵਃ ਸ਼ਿਵਮ੍
jaTATavIgalajjalapravAhapAvitasathale galevalaMbya laMbitAM bhujaMgatuMgamAlikAm DamaDDamaDDamaDDamaMninAdavaDDamaravayam chakAra chaMDa tAMDavaM tanotu naH sa਼ivaH sa਼ivam
From the forest of His matted hair, the holy waters flow and sanctify the ground, where around His neck hangs the [Bhujang: serpent] like a lofty garland,
ਹਰ ਹਰ ਸ਼ਿਵ ਸ਼ੰਕਰ ਨੀਲਕੰਠ ਗੰਗਾਧਰ ਆਏ ਸ਼ਰਣਮ ਦੇਹਾਂ ਰੇ ਗਿਆਨ ਐਸਾ ਵਿਸ਼ਾਲ ਬੈਠੇ ਹੋ ਮ੍ਰਿਗਨੈਣ ਛਾਏ ਮਾਥੇ ਚੰਦ ਬਿਰਾਜੇ
hara hara sa਼iva sa਼Mkara nIlakaMTha gaMgAdhara Ae sa਼raNama dehAM re giAna aisA visa਼Ala baiThe ho mriganaiNa ChAe mAthe chaMda birAje
The [Damru: Lord Shiva's hourglass-shaped drum] sounds a rhythmic "Damad-Damad-Damad-Damad,"
ਜਟਾਕਟਾਹਸੰਭ੍ਰਮਭ੍ਰਮੰਨਿਲਿੰਪਨਿਰਝਰੀ ਵਿਲੋਲਵੀਚਿਵੱਲਰੀਵਿਰਾਜਮਾਨਮੂਰਧਨਿ ਧਗੱਧਗੱਧਗੱਜਵਲੱਲਲਾਟਪੱਟਪਾਵਕੇ ਕਿਸ਼ੋਰਚੰਦਰਸ਼ੇਖਰੇ ਰਤਿਃ ਪ੍ਰਤਿਕਸ਼ਣੰ ਮਮ
jaTAkaTAhasaMbhramabhramaMniliMpanirajharI vilolavIchivallarIvirAjamAnamUradhani dhagaddhagaddhagajjavalallalATapaTTapAvake kisa਼orachaMdarasa਼ekhare ratiH pratikasa਼NaM mama
Lord Shiva performs the fierce [Tandav: the divine dance of creation, preservation, and dissolution], may He bless us with auspiciousness.
ਧਰਾਧਰੇਂਦਰਨੰਦਿਨੀਵਿਲਾਸਬੰਧੁਬੰਧੁਰ ਸ੍ਫੁਰੱਦਿਗੰਤਸੰਤਤਿਪ੍ਰਮੋਦਮਾਨਮਾਨਸੇ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾਕਟਾਕਸ਼ਧੋਰਣੀਨਿਰੁੱਧਦੁਰਧਰਾਪਦਿ ਕ੍ਵਚਿੱਦਿਗੰਬਰੇ ਮਨੋ ਵਿਨੋਦਮੇਤੁ ਵਸਤੁਨਿ
dharAdhareMdaranaMdinIvilAsabaMdhubaMdhura sphuraddigaMtasaMtatipramodamAnamAnase kripAkaTAkasa਼dhoraNIniruddhaduradharApadi kvachiddigaMbare mano vinodametu vasatuni
Hail, hail, Lord Shiva, the granter of peace, the blue-throated one who carries the Ganges, I have come to seek your refuge, grant me such vast wisdom,
ਜਟਾਭੁਜੰਗਪਿੰਗਲਸ੍ਫੁਰਤਫਣਾਮਣਿਪ੍ਰਭਾ ਕਦੰਬਕੁੰਕੁਮਦ੍ਰਵਪ੍ਰਲਿਪ੍ਤਦਿਗਵਧੂਮੁਖੇ ਮਦਾਂਧਸਿੰਧੁਰਸ੍ਫੁਰੱਤਵਗੁੱਤਰੀਯਮੇਦੁਰੇ ਮਨੋ ਵਿਨੋਦਮਦ੍ਭੁਤੰ ਬਿਭਰਤੁ ਭੂਤਭਰਤਰਿ
jaTAbhujaMgapiMgalasphurataphaNAmaNiprabhA kadaMbakuMkumadravapraliptadigavadhUmukhe madAMdhasiMdhurasphurattavaguttarIyamedure mano vinodamadbhutaM bibharatu bhUtabharatari
You sit atop the [Mrig-nain: deerskin], with the crescent moon adorning Your forehead.
ਹਰ ਹਰ ਸ਼ਿਵ ਸ਼ੰਕਰ ਕਾਲਕੰਠ ਡਮਰੂਧਰ ਕਾਸ਼ੀ ਕੈਲਾਸ਼ ਵਾਸੀ ਮ੍ਰਿਤੁੰਜੈ ਭੂਤਨਾਥ ਦਾਨੀ ਅਬ ਠਹਰੋ ਦਰਸ਼ਨ ਕਲਿਆਣਕਾਰੀ
hara hara sa਼iva sa਼Mkara kAlakaMTha DamarUdhara kAsa਼I kailAsa਼ vAsI mrituMjai bhUtanAtha dAnI aba Thaharo darasa਼na kaliANakArI
As the celestial river swirls through the depths of His matted locks,
ਅਯਿ ਗਿਰਿਨੰਦਿਨਿ ਨੰਦਿਤਮੇਦਿਨਿ ਵਿਸ਼ਵਵਿਨੋਦਿਨਿ ਨੰਦਨੁਤੇ ਗਿਰਿਵਰਵਿੰਧ੍ਯਸ਼ਿਰੋਧਿਨਿਵਾਸਿਨਿ ਵਿਸ਼ਨੁਵਿਲਾਸਿਨਿ ਜਿਸ਼ਨੁਨੁਤੇ ਭਗਵਤਿ ਹੇ ਸ਼ਿਤਿਕੰਠਕੁਟੁੰਬਿਨਿ ਭੂਰਿਕੁਟੁੰਬਿਨਿ ਭੂਰਿਕ੍ਰਿਤੇ ਜਯ ਜਯ ਹੇ ਮਹਿਸ਼ਾਸੁਰਮਰਦਿਨਿ ਰਮ੍ਯਕਪਰਦਿਨਿ ਸ਼ੈਲਸੁਤੇ
ayi girinaMdini naMditamedini visa਼vavinodini naMdanute girivaraviMdhyasa਼irodhinivAsini visa਼nuvilAsini jisa਼nunute bhagavati he sa਼itikaMThakuTuMbini bhUrikuTuMbini bhUrikrite jaya jaya he mahisa਼Asuramaradini ramyakaparadini sa਼ailasute
The waves of the holy water ripple and shimmer across His head,
ਅਯਿ ਗਿਰਿਨੰਦਿਨਿ ਨੰਦਿਤਮੇਦਿਨਿ ਵਿਸ਼ਵਵਿਨੋਦਿਨਿ ਨੰਦਨੁਤੇ ਗਿਰਿਵਰਵਿੰਧ੍ਯਸ਼ਿਰੋਧਿਨਿਵਾਸਿਨਿ ਵਿਸ਼ਨੁਵਿਲਾਸਿਨਿ ਜਿਸ਼ਨੁਨੁਤੇ ਭਗਵਤਿ ਹੇ ਸ਼ਿਤਿਕੰਠਕੁਟੁੰਬਿਨਿ ਭੂਰਿਕੁਟੁੰਬਿਨਿ ਭੂਰਿਕ੍ਰਿਤੇ ਜਯ ਜਯ ਹੇ ਮਹਿਸ਼ਾਸੁਰਮਰਦਿਨਿ ਰਮ੍ਯਕਪਰਦਿਨਿ ਸ਼ੈਲਸੁਤੇ
ayi girinaMdini naMditamedini visa਼vavinodini naMdanute girivaraviMdhyasa਼irodhinivAsini visa਼nuvilAsini jisa਼nunute bhagavati he sa਼itikaMThakuTuMbini bhUrikuTuMbini bhUrikrite jaya jaya he mahisa਼Asuramaradini ramyakaparadini sa਼ailasute
While the fire on the surface of His forehead blazes "Dhag-Dhag-Dhag,"
ਓਮ ਨਮਃ ਸ਼ਿਵਾਏ ਓਮ ਨਮਃ ਸ਼ਿਵਾਏ ਓਮ ਨਮਃ ਸ਼ਿਵਾਏ
oma namaH sa਼ivAe oma namaH sa਼ivAe oma namaH sa਼ivAe
My heart finds constant delight in Him, who wears the young moon upon His brow.
He is the companion of the daughter of the mountain king, who finds joy in her playful grace,
Whose mind is filled with bliss as His radiance spreads to the corners of the universe,
Whose compassionate glance can restrain even the most relentless calamities,
May my mind find its thrill in that supreme being who is [Digambara: sky-clad; one who wears the directions as his garment].
The luster of the jewels on the hoods of the serpents entwined in His hair reflects a reddish hue,
Smeared with the liquid of saffron and sandalwood, like a bride's face glowing across the horizon,
Clad in the shimmering skin of a mighty intoxicated elephant,
May my mind find wonderful delight in the Lord of all living beings.
Hail, hail, Lord Shiva, the granter of peace, the dark-throated master of the [Damru],
Inhabitant of Kashi and Mount Kailash, conqueror of death, Lord of spirits, and the supreme Giver,
Dwell here now, Your sight is the harbinger of all well-being.
O Daughter of the Mountain, who gladdens the earth, who delights the universe, praised by the son of Nanda,
Dweller on the peaks of the Vindhya mountains, who brings joy to Lord Vishnu, and is praised by Indra,
O Goddess, consort of the blue-throated Shiva, who has the whole world as Her family and performs many great deeds,
Victory, victory to You, O slayer of the demon Mahishasura, with beautiful locks of hair, Daughter of the Mountain.
O Daughter of the Mountain, who gladdens the earth, who delights the universe, praised by the son of Nanda,
Dweller on the peaks of the Vindhya mountains, who brings joy to Lord Vishnu, and is praised by Indra,
O Goddess, consort of the blue-throated Shiva, who has the whole world as Her family and performs many great deeds,
Victory, victory to You, O slayer of the demon Mahishasura, with beautiful locks of hair, Daughter of the Mountain.
Om, salutations to Lord Shiva; Om, salutations to Lord Shiva; Om, salutations to Lord Shiva.