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𑌆𑌦𑍌 𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌮𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌸𑌂𑌗𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌕𑌲𑌯𑌤𑌿 𑌕𑌲𑍁𑌷𑌂 𑌮𑌾𑌤𑍃𑌕𑍁𑌕𑍍𑌷𑍌 𑌸𑍍𑌥𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌮𑌾𑌂
𑌵𑌿𑌣𑍍𑌮𑍂𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌾𑌮𑍇𑌧𑍍𑌯𑌮𑌧𑍍𑌯𑍇 𑌕𑍍𑌵𑌥𑌯𑌤𑌿 𑌨𑌿𑌤𑌰𑌾𑌂 𑌜𑌾𑌠𑌰𑍋 𑌜𑌾𑌤𑌵𑍇𑌦𑌾𑌃 ।
𑌯𑌦𑍍𑌯𑌦𑍍𑌵𑍈 𑌤𑌤𑍍𑌰 𑌦𑍁𑌃𑌖𑌂 𑌵𑍍𑌯𑌥𑌯𑌤𑌿 𑌨𑌿𑌤𑌰𑌾𑌂 𑌶𑌕𑍍𑌯𑌤𑍇 𑌕𑍇𑌨 𑌵𑌕𑍍𑌤𑍁𑌂
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 1॥

Even before I saw the light of this world,
through my Karmic sins from previous births,
I was created inside my mother’s womb,
And placed between urine, excreta and heat,
And suffered a lot by the heat and smell.
Who can describe the pain that afflicts the child in its mother’s womb?
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌬𑌾𑌲𑍍𑌯𑍇 𑌦𑍁𑌃𑌖𑌾𑌤𑌿𑌰𑍇𑌕𑍋 𑌮𑌲𑌲𑍁𑌲𑌿𑌤𑌵𑌪𑍁𑌃 𑌸𑍍𑌤𑌨𑍍𑌯𑌪𑌾𑌨𑍇 𑌪𑌿𑌪𑌾𑌸𑌾
𑌨𑍋 𑌶𑌕𑍍𑌤𑌶𑍍𑌚𑍇𑌂𑌦𑍍𑌰𑌿𑌯𑍇𑌭𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌭𑌵𑌗𑍁𑌣𑌜𑌨𑌿𑌤𑌾𑌃 𑌜𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍋 𑌮𑌾𑌂 𑌤𑍁𑌦𑌂𑌤𑌿 ।
𑌨𑌾𑌨𑌾𑌰𑍋𑌗𑌾𑌦𑌿𑌦𑍁𑌃𑌖𑌾𑌦𑍍𑌰𑍁𑌦𑌨𑌪𑌰𑌵𑌶𑌃 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑌂 𑌨 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌰𑌾𑌮𑌿
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 2॥

In childhood my suffering never came to an end;
During early childhood, I rolled in dirt,
And with a dirty body,
I was interested only in drinking milk from breasts.
Insects like fly also bit me often.
Which I was not able to prevent,
And was also attacked by many illness great,
And never did I find time to think of thee oh, Lord Sankara!
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌪𑍍𑌰𑍌𑌢𑍋𑌽𑌹𑌂 𑌯𑍌𑌵𑌨𑌸𑍍𑌥𑍋 𑌵𑌿𑌷𑌯𑌵𑌿𑌷𑌧𑌰𑍈𑌃 𑌪𑌂𑌚𑌭𑌿𑌰𑍍𑌮𑌰𑍍𑌮𑌸𑌂𑌧𑍌
𑌦𑌷𑍍𑌟𑍋 𑌨𑌷𑍍𑌟𑍋 𑌵𑌿𑌵𑍇𑌕𑌃 𑌸𑍁𑌤𑌧𑌨𑌯𑍁𑌵𑌤𑌿𑌸𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌦𑍁𑌸𑍌𑌖𑍍𑌯𑍇 𑌨𑌿𑌷𑌣𑍍𑌣𑌃 ।
𑌶𑍈𑌵𑍀𑌚𑌿𑌂𑌤𑌾𑌵𑌿𑌹𑍀𑌨𑌂 𑌮𑌮 𑌹𑍃𑌦𑌯𑌮𑌹𑍋 𑌮𑌾𑌨𑌗𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌧𑌿𑌰𑍂𑌢𑌂
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 3॥

In youth, I was bitten by the five venomous snakes of senses
- sound, sight, taste, touch, and smell,
in vulnerable spots,
And hence lost I, my wisdom,
And began concentrating on pleasures
Of sons, riches and a youthful wife,
Alas! My heart, bereft of the thought of Siva,
Was filled with arrogance and pride,
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌵𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌧𑌕𑍍𑌯𑍇 𑌚𑍇𑌂𑌦𑍍𑌰𑌿𑌯𑌾𑌣𑌾𑌂 𑌵𑌿𑌗𑌤𑌗𑌤𑌿𑌮𑌤𑌿𑌶𑍍𑌚𑌾𑌧𑌿𑌦𑍈𑌵𑌾𑌦𑌿𑌤𑌾𑌪𑍈𑌃
𑌪𑌾𑌪𑍈 𑌰𑍋𑌗𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌿𑌯𑍋𑌗𑍈𑌸𑍍𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌨𑌵𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌵𑌪𑍁𑌃 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑍌𑌢𑌹𑍀𑌨𑌂 𑌚 𑌦𑍀𑌨𑌮𑍍 ।
𑌮𑌿𑌥𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌮𑍋𑌹𑌾𑌭𑌿𑌲𑌾𑌷𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌭𑍍𑌰𑌮𑌤𑌿 𑌮𑌮 𑌮𑌨𑍋 𑌧𑍂𑌰𑍍𑌜𑌟𑍇𑌰𑍍𑌧𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌨𑌶𑍂𑌨𑍍𑌯𑌂
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 4॥

Now, as I was passing through ripe old age,
My five senses got weakened,
My wisdom lost its memory,
My body got weakened,
Due to god given sin, sickness and pain never leaving it,
And my mind started roaming behind,
Useless passions and desires,
And so I did not think of thee Parameshwara,
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌸𑍍𑌨𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌾 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌤𑍍𑌯𑍂𑌷𑌕𑌾𑌲𑍇 𑌸𑍍𑌨𑌪𑌨𑌵𑌿𑌧𑌿𑌵𑌿𑌧𑍌 𑌨𑌾𑌹𑍃𑌤𑌂 𑌗𑌾𑌂𑌗𑌤𑍋𑌯𑌂
𑌪𑍂𑌜𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌥𑌂 𑌵𑌾 𑌕𑌦𑌾𑌚𑌿𑌦𑍍𑌬𑌹𑍁𑌤𑌰𑌗𑌹𑌨𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌖𑌂𑌡𑌬𑌿𑌲𑍍𑌵𑍀𑌦𑌲𑌾𑌨𑌿 ।
𑌨𑌾𑌨𑍀𑌤𑌾 𑌪𑌦𑍍𑌮𑌮𑌾𑌲𑌾 𑌸𑌰𑌸𑌿 𑌵𑌿𑌕𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌾 𑌗𑌂𑌧𑌧𑍂𑌪𑍈𑌃 𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌦𑌰𑍍𑌥𑌂
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 5॥

Not even once have I finished my bath before sunrise and brought from the Ganges
Water to bathe Thy holy image;
Never, from the deep woods, have I brought the sacred vilwa leaves for Thy worship;
Nor have I gathered full-blown lotuses from the lakes,
Nor ever arranged the lights and the incense for worshipping Thee.
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu! Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌦𑍁𑌗𑍍𑌧𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌮𑌧𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌜𑍍𑌯𑌯𑍁𑌕𑍍𑌤𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌦𑌧𑌿𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌸𑌹𑌿𑌤𑍈𑌃 𑌸𑍍𑌨𑌾𑌪𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌨𑍈𑌵 𑌲𑌿𑌂𑌗𑌂
𑌨𑍋 𑌲𑌿𑌪𑍍𑌤𑌂 𑌚𑌂𑌦𑌨𑌾𑌦𑍍𑌯𑍈𑌃 𑌕𑌨𑌕𑌵𑌿𑌰𑌚𑌿𑌤𑍈𑌃 𑌪𑍂𑌜𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌨 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌸𑍂𑌨𑍈𑌃 ।
𑌧𑍂𑌪𑍈𑌃 𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌪𑍂𑌰𑌦𑍀𑌪𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌿𑌵𑌿𑌧𑌰𑌸𑌯𑍁𑌤𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌨𑍈𑌵 𑌭𑌕𑍍𑌷𑍍𑌯𑍋𑌪𑌹𑌾𑌰𑍈𑌃
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 6॥

I have not bathed Thine image with milk and honey, with butter and other oblations;
I have not decked it with fragrant sandal=paste;
I have not worshipped Thee with golden flowers, with incense, with camphor-flame and savoury offerings.
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌨𑍋 𑌶𑌕𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌤𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌮 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌤𑌿𑌪𑌦𑌗𑌹𑌨𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌤𑍍𑌯𑌵𑌾𑌯𑌾𑌕𑍁𑌲𑌾𑌖𑍍𑌯𑌂
𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍌𑌤𑍇 𑌵𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌤𑌾 𑌕𑌥𑌂 𑌮𑍇 𑌦𑍍𑌵𑌿𑌜𑌕𑍁𑌲𑌵𑌿𑌹𑌿𑌤𑍇 𑌬𑍍𑌰𑌹𑍍𑌮𑌮𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌗𑌾𑌨𑍁𑌸𑌾𑌰𑍇 । 𑌵𑌰𑍍 𑌬𑍍𑌰𑌹𑍍𑌮𑌮𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌗𑍇 𑌸𑍁𑌸𑌾𑌰𑍇
𑌜𑍍𑌞𑌾𑌤𑍋 𑌧𑌰𑍍𑌮𑍋 𑌵𑌿𑌚𑌾𑌰𑍈𑌃 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑌵𑌣𑌮𑌨𑌨𑌯𑍋𑌃 𑌕𑌿𑌂 𑌨𑌿𑌦𑌿𑌧𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑌂
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 𑍭॥

Unable I am to observe the complex rules of Dharma daily,
Unable I am to follow the rules of Veda as told by Brahmins,
Unable I am to know Dharma by listening to Vedas and meditating,
And so what is the use of daily learning all these.
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌧𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌾 𑌚𑌿𑌤𑍍𑌤𑍇 𑌶𑌿𑌵𑌾𑌖𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌚𑍁𑌰𑌤𑌰𑌧𑌨𑌂 𑌨𑍈𑌵 𑌦𑌤𑍍𑌤𑌂 𑌦𑍍𑌵𑌿𑌜𑍇𑌭𑍍𑌯𑍋
𑌹𑌵𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌤𑍇 𑌲𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌸𑌂𑌖𑍍𑌯𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌹𑍁𑌤𑌵𑌹𑌵𑌦𑌨𑍇 𑌨𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌪𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌬𑍀𑌜𑌮𑌂𑌤𑍍𑌰𑍈𑌃 ।
𑌨𑍋 𑌤𑌪𑍍𑌤𑌂 𑌗𑌾𑌂𑌗𑌾𑌤𑍀𑌰𑍇 𑌵𑍍𑌰𑌤𑌜𑌪𑌨𑌿𑌯𑌮𑍈𑌃 𑌰𑍁𑌦𑍍𑌰𑌜𑌾𑌪𑍍𑌯𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌨 𑌵𑍇𑌦𑍈𑌃
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 𑍮॥

Never did I give much money to Brahmins,
With thought in my mind of Lord Shiva,
Never did I do fire sacrifice,
Chanting millions of mantras,
Never did I meditate in the banks of holy Ganga,
Never did I do penances based on Vedas,
And never did I chant Rudra,
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌨𑌗𑍍𑌨𑍋 𑌨𑌿𑌃𑌸𑌂𑌗𑌶𑍁𑌦𑍍𑌧𑌸𑍍𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌿𑌗𑍁𑌣𑌵𑌿𑌰𑌹𑌿𑌤𑍋 𑌧𑍍𑌵𑌸𑍍𑌤𑌮𑍋𑌹𑌾𑌂𑌧𑌕𑌾𑌰𑍋
𑌨𑌾𑌸𑌾𑌗𑍍𑌰𑍇 𑌨𑍍𑌯𑌸𑍍𑌤𑌦𑍃𑌷𑍍𑌟𑌿𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌿𑌦𑌿𑌤𑌭𑌵𑌗𑍁𑌣𑍋 𑌨𑍈𑌵 𑌦𑍃𑌷𑍍𑌟𑌃 𑌕𑌦𑌾𑌚𑌿𑌤𑍍 ।
𑌉𑌨𑍍𑌮𑌨𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌽𑌵𑌸𑍍𑌥𑌯𑌾 𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌂 𑌵𑌿𑌗𑌤𑌕𑌲𑌿𑌮𑌲𑌂 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑌂 𑌨 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌰𑌾𑌮𑌿
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 𑍯॥

Never have I concentrated on the tip of my nose,
And try to personify you,
Who is naked,
Who is alone,
Who is ever pure,
Who does not have the three qualities,
And who is capable of dispelling ignorance,
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌸𑍍𑌥𑌿𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌾 𑌸𑍍𑌥𑌾𑌨𑍇 𑌸𑌰𑍋𑌜𑍇 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌣𑌵𑌮𑌯𑌮𑌰𑍁𑌤𑍍𑌕𑍁𑌂𑌭𑌕𑍇 (𑌕𑍁𑌂𑌡𑌲𑍇) 𑌸𑍂𑌕𑍍𑌷𑍍𑌮𑌮𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌗𑍇
𑌶𑌾𑌂𑌤𑍇 𑌸𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌂𑌤𑍇 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌲𑍀𑌨𑍇 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌕𑌟𑌿𑌤𑌵𑌿𑌭𑌵𑍇 𑌜𑍍𑌯𑍋𑌤𑌿𑌰𑍂𑌪𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌖𑍍𑌯𑍇 ।
𑌲𑌿𑌂𑌗𑌜𑍍𑌞𑍇 𑌬𑍍𑌰𑌹𑍍𑌮𑌵𑌾𑌕𑍍𑌯𑍇 𑌸𑌕𑌲𑌤𑌨𑍁𑌗𑌤𑌂 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑌂 𑌨 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌰𑌾𑌮𑌿
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 10॥

Never did I sit in lonely place,
Assume the lotus posture,
And send the Kundalini,
And the breath which is of the form of pranava,
Through the micro path,
To reach the ever shining Para Brahma,
And never did I calm my mind,
And meditate on Paramashiva,
Who transcends the physical body,
And who is the essence of Vedas,
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌹𑍃𑌦𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌵𑍇𑌦𑌾𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍇𑌦𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌹𑍃𑌦𑌯𑌸𑌰𑌸𑌿𑌜𑍇 𑌦𑍀𑌪𑍍𑌤𑌮𑍁𑌦𑍍𑌯𑌤𑍍𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌕𑌾𑌶𑌂
𑌸𑌤𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌶𑌾𑌂𑌤𑌸𑍍𑌵𑌰𑍂𑌪𑌂 𑌸𑌕𑌲𑌮𑍁𑌨𑌿𑌮𑌨𑌃𑌪𑌦𑍍𑌮𑌷𑌂𑌡𑍈𑌕𑌵𑍇𑌦𑍍𑌯𑌮𑍍 ।
𑌜𑌾𑌗𑍍𑌰𑌤𑍍𑌸𑍍𑌵𑌪𑍍𑌨𑍇 𑌸𑍁𑌷𑍁𑌪𑍍𑌤𑍌 𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌿𑌗𑍁𑌣𑌵𑌿𑌰𑌹𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑌂 𑌨 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌰𑌾𑌮𑌿
𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌂𑌤𑌵𑍍𑌯𑍋 𑌮𑍇𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌃 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌭𑍋 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 11॥

I salute the ever auspicious Siva, the Home of Peace,
Who sits in the lotus posture; who has five mouths and three eyes;
Who holds in both His hands weapons and gong and drum;
Who is bedecked with many an ornament;
Whose skin is clear as crystal; who is Parvati’s Lord.
O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu!
Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌚𑌂𑌦𑍍𑌰𑍋𑌦𑍍𑌭𑌾𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌶𑍇𑌖𑌰𑍇 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌰𑌹𑌰𑍇 𑌗𑌂𑌗𑌾𑌧𑌰𑍇 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑍇
𑌸𑌰𑍍𑌪𑍈𑌰𑍍𑌭𑍂𑌷𑌿𑌤𑌕𑌂𑌠𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌣𑌵𑌿𑌵𑌰𑍇 𑌨𑍇𑌤𑍍𑌰𑍋𑌤𑍍𑌥𑌵𑍈𑌶𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌨𑌰𑍇 । 𑌯𑍁𑌗𑌲𑍇
𑌦𑌂𑌤𑌿𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌕𑍍𑌕𑍃𑌤𑌸𑍁𑌂𑌦𑌰𑌾𑌂𑌬𑌰𑌧𑌰𑍇 𑌤𑍍𑌰𑍈𑌲𑍋𑌕𑍍𑌯𑌸𑌾𑌰𑍇 𑌹𑌰𑍇
𑌮𑍋𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌥𑌂 𑌕𑍁𑌰𑍁 𑌚𑌿𑌤𑍍𑌤𑌵𑍃𑌤𑍍𑌤𑌿𑌮𑌚𑌲𑌾𑌮𑌨𑍍𑌯𑍈𑌸𑍍𑌤𑍁 𑌕𑌿𑌂 𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌮𑌭𑌿𑌃 ॥ 12॥

Hey Lord, who wears the moon ornamented crown,,
Who is the enemy of the God of love,
Who carries Ganga in his head,
Who gives peace to his devotees,
Who wears snakes on his neck and ears,
Who has fire in his eyes,
Who wears the hide of the elephant,
And who is the lord of the three worlds,
Please show me the path of salvation,
For what is the use of any other path.

𑌕𑌿𑌂 𑌵𑌾𑌽𑌨𑍇𑌨 𑌧𑌨𑍇𑌨 𑌵𑌾𑌜𑌿𑌕𑌰𑌿𑌭𑌿𑌃 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌾𑌪𑍍𑌤𑍇𑌨 𑌰𑌾𑌜𑍍𑌯𑍇𑌨 𑌕𑌿𑌂
𑌕𑌿𑌂 𑌵𑌾 𑌪𑍁𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌕𑌲𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌮𑌿𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌪𑌶𑍁𑌭𑌿𑌰𑍍𑌦𑍇𑌹𑍇𑌨 𑌗𑍇𑌹𑍇𑌨 𑌕𑌿𑌮𑍍 ।
𑌜𑍍𑌞𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌵𑍈𑌤𑌤𑍍𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌣𑌭𑌂𑌗𑍁𑌰𑌂 𑌸𑌪𑌦𑌿 𑌰𑍇 𑌤𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌜𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌮𑌨𑍋 𑌦𑍂𑌰𑌤𑌃
𑌸𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌮𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌥𑌂 𑌗𑍁𑌰𑍁𑌵𑌾𑌕𑍍𑌯𑌤𑍋 𑌭𑌜 𑌮𑌨 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌪𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌤𑍀𑌵𑌲𑍍𑌲𑌭𑌮𑍍 ॥ 13॥

Oh, Mind, What is the use of charity,
What is the use of riches,
What is the use of horses,
By getting a kingdom what is the use,
What is the use of son, wife, friends and cows,
What is the use of this house,
And what is the use of this body,
For all these can be destroyed in a second,
And so keep them all away,
And for the sake of redemption of the soul,
Meditate on the consort of Parvathi,
According to the lessons taught by thine teacher.

𑌪𑍌𑌰𑍋𑌹𑌿𑌤𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌰𑌜𑌨𑌿𑌚𑌰𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌗𑍍𑌰𑌾𑌮𑌣𑍀𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌂 𑌨𑌿𑌯𑍋𑌗𑍋
𑌮𑌾𑌠𑌾𑌪𑌤𑍍𑌯𑌂 𑌹𑍍𑌯𑌨𑍃𑌤𑌵𑌚𑌨𑌂 𑌸𑌾𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌿𑌵𑌾𑌦𑌃 𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌨𑍍𑌨𑌮𑍍 ।
𑌬𑍍𑌰𑌹𑍍𑌮𑌦𑍍𑌵𑍇𑌷𑌃 𑌖𑌲𑌜𑌨𑌰𑌤𑌿𑌃 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌾𑌣𑌿𑌨𑌾𑌂 𑌨𑌿𑌰𑍍𑌦𑌯𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌂
𑌮𑌾 𑌭𑍂𑌦𑍇𑌵𑌂 𑌮𑌮 𑌪𑌶𑍁𑌪𑌤𑍇 𑌜𑌨𑍍𑌮𑌜𑌨𑍍𑌮𑌾𑌂𑌤𑌰𑍇𑌷𑍁 ॥ 14॥

The duties laid down in the smriti-perilous and abstruse-are now beyond me;
How can I speak of the Vedic injunctions for Brahmins, as means for attaining Brahman?
Never yet have I rightly grasped, through discrimination,
The meaning of hearing the scriptures from the guru and reasoning on his instruction;
How then can I speak of reflecting on Truth without interruption?
Therefore, O Siva! O Mahadeva! O Sambhu! Forgive me, I pray, for my transgressions.

𑌆𑌯𑍁𑌰𑍍𑌨𑌶𑍍𑌯𑌤𑌿 𑌪𑌶𑍍𑌯𑌤𑌾𑌂 𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌤𑌿𑌦𑌿𑌨𑌂 𑌯𑌾𑌤𑌿 𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌯𑌂 𑌯𑍌𑌵𑌨𑌂
𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌤𑍍𑌯𑌾𑌯𑌾𑌂𑌤𑌿 𑌗𑌤𑌾𑌃 𑌪𑍁𑌨𑌰𑍍𑌨 𑌦𑌿𑌵𑌸𑌾𑌃 𑌕𑌾𑌲𑍋 𑌜𑌗𑌦𑍍𑌭𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌕𑌃 ।
𑌲𑌕𑍍𑌷𑍍𑌮𑍀𑌸𑍍𑌤𑍋𑌯𑌤𑌰𑌂𑌗𑌭𑌂𑌗𑌚𑌪𑌲𑌾 𑌵𑌿𑌦𑍍𑌯𑍁𑌚𑍍𑌚𑌲𑌂 𑌜𑍀𑌵𑌿𑌤𑌂
𑌤𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌂 𑌶𑌰𑌣𑌾𑌗𑌤𑌂 𑌶𑌰𑌣𑌦 𑌤𑍍𑌵𑌂 𑌰𑌕𑍍𑌷 𑌰𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌾𑌧𑍁𑌨𑌾 ॥ 15॥

Hey please hear,
Daily span of life decreases,
The youth daily disappears,
The days that are past do never return,
Time eats down the earth,
And Life and wealth are not permanent,
For they are like the tide and lightning,
And so my god Parameshwara,
Forever protect this devotee of thine.

𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌦𑍇𑌵𑌮𑍁𑌮𑌾𑌪𑌤𑌿𑌂 𑌸𑍁𑌰𑌗𑍁𑌰𑍁𑌂 𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌜𑌗𑌤𑍍𑌕𑌾𑌰𑌣𑌂
𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌪𑌨𑍍𑌨𑌗𑌭𑍂𑌷𑌣𑌂 𑌮𑍃𑌗𑌧𑌰𑌂 𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌪𑌶𑍂𑌨𑌾𑌂 𑌪𑌤𑌿𑌮𑍍 ।
𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌸𑍂𑌰𑍍𑌯𑌶𑌶𑌾𑌂𑌕𑌵𑌹𑍍𑌨𑌿𑌨𑌯𑌨𑌂 𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌮𑍁𑌕𑍁𑌂𑌦𑌪𑍍𑌰𑌿𑌯𑌂
𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌭𑌕𑍍𑌤𑌜𑌨𑌾𑌶𑍍𑌰𑌯𑌂 𑌚 𑌵𑌰𑌦𑌂 𑌵𑌂𑌦𑍇 𑌶𑌿𑌵𑌂 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑌮𑍍 ॥16॥

I salute the self-effulgent Guru of the gods, the Lord of Uma;
I salute the Cause of the Universe
I salute the Lord of beasts, adorned with snakes;
I salute Siva, whose three eyes shine like the sun, the moon, and fire;
I salute the Beloved of Krishna; I salute Sankara, who bestows boons on His devotees and gives them shelter;
I salute the auspicious Siva.

𑌗𑌾𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌂 𑌭𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌚 𑌹𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌹𑌸𑍍𑌤𑍇 𑌕𑌪𑌾𑌲𑌂 𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌵𑌰𑍍 𑌸𑍍𑌮𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌚
𑌖𑌟𑍍𑌵𑌾𑌂𑌗𑌂 𑌚 𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌶𑍍𑌚 𑌵𑍃𑌷𑌭𑌃 𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌣𑍇 𑌸𑌿𑌤𑍇 𑌕𑍁𑌂𑌡𑌲𑍇 ।
𑌗𑌂𑌗𑌾 𑌫𑍇𑌨𑌸𑌿𑌤𑌾 𑌜𑌟𑌾 𑌪𑌶𑍁𑌪𑌤𑍇𑌶𑍍𑌚𑌂𑌦𑍍𑌰𑌃 𑌸𑌿𑌤𑍋 𑌮𑍂𑌰𑍍𑌧𑌨𑌿
𑌸𑍋𑌽𑌯𑌂 𑌸𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌸𑌿𑌤𑍋 𑌦𑌦𑌾𑌤𑍁 𑌵𑌿𑌭𑌵𑌂 𑌪𑌾𑌪𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌯𑌂 𑌸𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌦𑌾 ॥ 1𑍭॥

O Siva! White is Thy body, covered with ashes; white shine Thy teeth when Thou smilest!
White is the skull Thou holdest in Thy hand; white is Thy club, which threatens the wicked!
White is the bull on which Thou ridest; white are the rings that hang from Thine ears!
White appear Thy matted locks, covered with the foam of the Ganges;
White shines the moon on Thy forehead!
May He who is all white, all pure, bestow on me the treasure of forgiveness for my transgressions!

𑌕𑌰𑌚𑌰𑌣𑌕𑍃𑌤𑌂 𑌵𑌾𑌕𑍍𑌕𑌾𑌯𑌜𑌂 𑌕𑌰𑍍𑌮𑌜𑌂 𑌵𑌾
𑌶𑍍𑌰𑌵𑌣𑌨𑌯𑌨𑌜𑌂 𑌵𑌾 𑌮𑌾𑌨𑌸𑌂 𑌵𑌾𑌽𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌮𑍍 ।
𑌵𑌿𑌹𑌿𑌤𑌮𑌵𑌿𑌹𑌿𑌤𑌂 𑌵𑌾 𑌸𑌰𑍍𑌵𑌮𑍇𑌤𑌤𑍍𑌕𑍍𑌷𑍍𑌮𑌸𑍍𑌵
𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌶𑌿𑌵 𑌕𑌰𑍁𑌣𑌾𑌬𑍍𑌧𑍇 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌹𑌾𑌦𑍇𑌵 𑌶𑌂𑌭𑍋 ॥ 1𑍮॥

O Siva, forgive all the sins that I have committed
With hands or feet, with words or body, with ears or eyes, with mind or heart;
Forgive my sins, those past and those that are yet to come!
Victory unto Siva, the Ocean of Compassion, the Great God, the Abode of Blessedness!

॥ 𑌇𑌤𑌿 𑌶𑍍𑌰𑍀𑌮𑌦𑍍 𑌶𑌂𑌕𑌰𑌾𑌚𑌾𑌰𑍍𑌯𑌕𑍃𑌤 𑌶𑌿𑌵𑌾𑌪𑌰𑌾𑌧𑌕𑍍𑌷𑌮𑌾𑌪𑌣𑌸𑍍𑌤𑍋𑌤𑍍𑌰𑌂 𑌸𑌂𑌪𑍂𑌰𑍍𑌣𑌮𑍍 ॥

English translation By Siva. P.R.Ramachander. and also from “The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna”

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