ratnaih kalpitamaasanan himajalaih snaanan ch divyaambaran naanaaratnavibhooshitan mrigamadaamodaankitan chandanam. jaateechampakabilvapatrarachitan pushpan ch dhoopan tathaa deepan dev dayaanidhe pashupate hritkalpitan grihyataam.
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.
sauvarne navaratnakhandarachite paatre ghritan paayasan bhakshyan panchavidhan payodadhiyutan rambhaaphalan paanakam. shaakaanaamayutan jalan ruchikaran karpoorakhandojjvalan taamboolan manasaa mayaa virachitan bhaktyaa prabho sveekuru.
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.
chhatran chaamarayoryugan vyajanakan chaadarshakan nirmalan veenaabherimridangakaahalakalaa geetan ch nrityan tathaa. saashtaangan pranatih stutirbahuvidhaa hyetatsamastan mayaa sankalpen samarpitan tav vibho poojaan grihaan 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.
aatmaa tvan girijaa matih sahacharaah praanaah shareeran grihan poojaa te vishayopabhogarachanaa nidraa samaadhisthitih. sanchaarah padayoh pradakshinavidhih stotraani sarvaa giro yadyatkarm karomi tattadakhilan shambho tavaaraadhanam.
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.
karacharanakritan vaakkaayajan karmajan vaa shravananayanajan vaa maanasan vaaparaadham. vihitamavihitan vaa sarvametatkshamasv jay jay karunaabdhe shreemahaadev shambho.
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.