শ্রী হালাস্যেশাষ্টকম্

Eight verses to the Shiva of Halasya — Madurai — in a long metre that keeps four vocatives to a line and closes each verse on the same plea: may the wave of your gracious sidelong glance always protect. Companion of the mountain king's daughter, to be known at the end of all the Vedas, lord, you who tore open the chest of Andhaka, the Indra of the enemies of the gods, with the fierce point of your trident; beyond time, skilled at the play of the arts. The second names the local geography of the god — the blue half of his body, the shining orb of matted hair where the river of the gods is set, dweller on Kailasa, taker of the bow. The last verse calls it the eight-verse hymn of the lord of Halasya in the kadamba forest.