శత రుద్రీయమ్

I praise the first among lords of creation, the supreme among the radiant, the Purusha — the divine lord of the universe, ruler of the earth and the sky, lord of all worlds.

O Partha (Arjuna), you have seen Shankara — the lord of all lords, the granter of boons. Go to him for refuge — to that divine, boon-granting lord of all worlds.

The great god, the great soul, the all-ruling, the matted-locked, the auspicious Shiva; the three-eyed, the mighty-armed Rudra, wearing bark garments.

Mahadeva, Hara, the immovable pillar, the boon-granting lord of all worlds; the supreme foundation of the universe, the greatly beloved, the highest sovereign.

Womb of the world, island of the world, victor of the world, path of the world; the universal self, creator of the universe, cosmic form, the glorious one.

Lord of the universe, best in the universe, lord of all actions; Shambhu (giver of peace), self-born, lord of all beings, the origin of the past, present and future.

Yoga itself, lord of yoga, Sharva (archer), lord of lords of all worlds; best among all, best among the universe, the most exalted, the supreme standing one.

Creator of the three worlds, the one, the refuge of the three worlds; the unconquerable, lord of all, beyond birth, death and old age.

Accessible only to those of knowledge, attainable by knowledge, supreme among the knowledgeable; bestower of the boons sought by devotees, the graciously ordained gifts.

His attendants are of many divine forms — dwarfs, matted-locked, shaven, with short necks and large bellies.

Of huge bodies, great energy, enormous ears — some others with grotesque faces, feet, and varied disguises.

Thus honoured, the great Mahadeva, Maheshvara — together with Shiva, radiant, moves before you by his grace, O son.

In that terrible battle, hair-raising, O Partha — guarded by Drona's son (Ashvatthama), Karna and Kripa, those great archers who strike down all.

Who could challenge that army even in thought, O Partha, except the gods and that many-formed great lord Maheshvara?

No one is equal to him in the three worlds. One standing before him cannot endure even to think of attack.

In battle, enemies of that wrathful one become senseless, mostly killed and fallen, trembling and collapsing.

The gods stand before him, ever offering salutations; and other men of this world, and those who have won the heavens.

Those who are devoted to the boon-granting divine Shiva, Rudra, the husband of Uma — they attain happiness in this world and then the supreme destination.

Always bow to that peaceful one, O son of Kunti; to Rudra, the blue-throated, the youngest, the brilliantly glowing.

The matted-locked, the fierce, the granter of boons to devotees, and to the beneficent one; the tawny-eyed, to Yamya (lord of Yama's domain), the red-haired, the pure-conduct, to Shankara.

To the desirable one, the green-eyed, to the immovable Purusha; to the green-haired, the shaven-headed, to the youngest, the brilliantly glowing.

To the radiant one, to the one of sacred fords, to the god of gods, to the swift; to the many-formed, to the beloved, to the lovely-vestured.

To the turbaned, to the fine-faced, to the thousand-eyed, to the shower of boons; to the mountain-lord, to the supremely peaceful, to the lord dressed in bark-garments.

To the golden-armed, O king, to the fierce, to the lord of all directions; and to the lord of rain-clouds, salutations to the lord of all beings.

Salutations to the lord of trees, to the lord of cattle; to the one whose body is wrapped in trees, to the army commander, to the middling one.

To the ladle-handed divine one, to the bow-bearer, to the Bhargava; to the many-formed, to the lord of the universe, to the Munja-grass clad.

To the thousand-headed, to the thousand-eyed; to the thousand-armed, to the thousand-footed.

O Arjuna, take refuge in that boon-granting lord of all worlds; in Uma's consort, the odd-eyed (Virupaksha), the capable one who destroyed Daksha's sacrifice.

The lord of all people, the untroubled, the imperishable lord of all beings; the matted-locked, the bull-moving, bull-navel, bull-bannered.

The proud bull, the bull-lord, the bull-horned, the bull-best; the bull-form, the mighty bull, Vrishabha, bull-eyed.

The bull-weaponed, the bull-arrowed, the bull-incarnate, Maheshvara; the great-bellied, the great-bodied, wearing the skin of a great sea creature.

Lord of the world, the boon-giving, the shaven, the Brahmin, dear to Brahmins; holding the trident, granting boons, bearing the sword and shield, the auspicious one.

Pinakini (bearer of the Pinaka bow), sword-bearer, lord of all people; I take refuge in that lord, the divine protector, the dressed in bark garments.

Salutations to that lord of gods whose friend is Kubera; salutations always to the finely clad, to the one of pure vows, to the excellent bow-bearer.

To the bow-bearing divine one, to the beloved bow-bearer, the archer; to the one like Dhanvantari, to the bow itself, to the great teacher of archery — salutations.

To the fierce-weaponed divine one, salutations to the best of gods; salutations to the many-formed, salutations to you the great bow-bearer.

Salutations to the immovable pillar, salutations to the excellent bow-bearer; salutations to the destroyer of the triple city, and salutations to the destroyer of samsara.

Salutations to the lord of trees, salutations to the lord of men; salutations to the lord of the Matrika goddesses, salutations to the lord of ganas.

Salutations always to the lord of cattle, salutations to the lord of sacrifices; salutations always to the lord of waters, salutations to the lord of gods.

Destroyer of Pushan's teeth, the three-eyed, the granter of boons; to Hara, the blue-throated, to the golden-haired — salutations.