The Lord.

The Ganges sanctifies His dark hair, like a wild river through the dark forest.

And the long curled up serpent wrapped up around the Lord's sapphire throat.

To the loud rhythmic beat of the sacred drums, He enters into His holy dance.

In that auspicious dance He casts His divine charm upon the entire universe.

I admire the Lord who contains the celestial river on top of His hallowed head.

His head beautifully adorned by the gleaming little crescent and matted hair.

The fire flaming from the middle of His forehead, emanated from the Holy eye.

Fierce and proud he dance, the Lord, and the world thunders under His feet.