ratnaiḥ kalpitamāsanaṁ himajalaiḥ snānaṁ ca divyāmbaraṁ nānāratnavibhūṣitaṁ mr̥gamadāmodāṅkitaṁ candanam. jātīcampakabilvapatraracitaṁ puṣpaṁ ca dhūpaṁ tathā dīpaṁ deva dayānidhe paśupate hr̥tkalpitaṁ gr̥hyatām.
Pashupati, store of mercy — a throne set with jewels, a bath of cool water, heavenly cloth bright with many gems, sandal touched with musk, an offering of jasmine and champak and bel leaf, incense and the diya: take all of this, made in the heart.
sauvarṇe navaratnakhaṇḍaracite pātre ghr̥taṁ pāyasaṁ bhakṣyaṁ pañcavidhaṁ payodadhiyutaṁ rambhāphalaṁ pānakam. śākānāmayutaṁ jalaṁ rucikaraṁ karpūrakhaṇḍojjvalaṁ tāmbūlaṁ manasā mayā viracitaṁ bhaktyā prabho svīkuru.
In a gold dish inlaid with new jewels: kheer rich with ghee, five kinds of food with milk and curd, plantain, sherbet, many greens, sweet water made clear and scented with camphar, and paan — all of it I have made in the mind and offer with love. Shiv ji, accept it.
chatraṁ cāmarayoryugaṁ vyajanakaṁ cādarśakaṁ nirmalaṁ vīṇābherimr̥daṅgakāhalakalā gītaṁ ca nr̥tyaṁ tathā. sāṣṭāṅgaṁ praṇatiḥ stutirbahuvidhā hyetatsamastaṁ mayā saṅkalpena samarpitaṁ tava vibho pūjāṁ gr̥hāṇa prabho.
A parasol, two chamaras, a fan, a clear mirror; the vina, the bheri, the mridanga and the kahala, song and dance; the full prostration and praise of many kinds — all of this I offer you by sankalp. Shiv ji, accept this puja.
ātmā tvaṁ girijā matiḥ sahacarāḥ prāṇāḥ śarīraṁ gr̥haṁ pūjā te viṣayopabhogaracanā nidrā samādhisthitiḥ. sañcāraḥ padayoḥ pradakṣiṇavidhiḥ stotrāṇi sarvā giro yadyatkarma karomi tattadakhilaṁ śambho tavārādhanam.
Shambhu — you are my self, my understanding is Girija, my breaths your companions, my body your house; every enjoyment of sense is your puja, sleep is samadhi, my walking is the circling of you, and all my words are your stotras. Whatever act I do, the whole of it is your worship.
karacaraṇakr̥taṁ vākkāyajaṁ karmajaṁ vā śravaṇanayanajaṁ vā mānasaṁ vāparādham. vihitamavihitaṁ vā sarvametatkṣamasva jaya jaya karuṇābdhe śrīmahādeva śambho.
Whatever wrong I have done by hand or foot, by speech or body, by act, by ear or eye or mind; whether laid down or not laid down — forgive it all. Victory, victory, ocean of mercy, Mahadev Shambhu.