namaameeshameeshaan nirvaanaroopan vibhun vyaapakan brahm vedasvaroopam. nijan nirgunan nirvikalpan nireehan chidaakaashamaakaashavaasan bhaje'ham.
Ishana, I bow to you — you who are release itself, able, all-pervading, Brahman, the Veda's own form; resting in your own nature, without quality, without division, without want; the sky of pure awareness, dwelling in space — you I adore.
niraakaaramonkaaramoolan tureeyan giraa gyaan goteetameeshan gireesham. karaalan mahaakaal kaalan kripaalan gunaagaar sansaarapaaran nato'ham.
Formless, the root that is Om, the fourth state; beyond the reach of speech and mind and sense; lord of the mountain; terrible, the death even of Mahakala, yet full of grace; the house of every virtue, the far shore of the world — to you I bow.
tushaaraadri sankaash gauran gabheeran manobhoot koti prabhaa shree shareeram. sphuranmauli kallolinee chaaru gangaa lasadbhaalabaalendu kanthe bhujangaa.
White as the snow mountain, deep, his body bright as a crore of Kamadevas; on his head fair Ganga tosses her waves, on his brow the young moon shines, and at his throat the serpents.
chalatkundalan bhroo sunetran vishaalan prasannaananan neelakanth dayaalam. mrigaadheeshacharmaambaran mundamaalan priyan shankaran sarvanaathan bhajaami.
His earrings swinging, his brows and eyes wide and fair, his face glad, his throat blue, and full of mercy; clothed in the lion's skin, garlanded with skulls — Shankar, beloved, lord of all, I adore.
prachandan prakrishtan pragalbhan pareshan akhandan ajan bhaanukotiprakaasham. trayah shool nirmoolanan shoolapaanin bhaje'han bhavaaneepatin bhaavagamyam.
Fierce, highest, bold, the supreme lord; undivided, unborn, bright as a crore of suns; uprooter of the three pains, the trident in his hand — Bhavani's lord, reached by feeling alone, I adore.
kalaateet kalyaan kalpaantakaaree sadaa sajjanaanandadaataa puraaree. chidaanand sandoh mohaapahaaree praseed praseed prabho manmathaaree.
Beyond all parts, the bringer of good, the ender of the age; always the joy of the true; the undoer of Tripura; a mass of awareness and bliss, taker-away of delusion; foe of Kamadeva — be pleased with me, be pleased, my lord.
n yaavad umaanaath paadaaravindan bhajanteeh loke pare vaa naraanaam. n taavatsukhan shaanti santaapanaashan praseed prabho sarvabhootaadhivaasam.
Until a person adores the lotus feet of Uma's lord, in this world or the next there is no ease, no peace, no end of burning. You in whom all beings dwell — be pleased with me.
n jaanaami yogan japan naiv poojaan nato'han sadaa sarvadaa shanbhu tubhyam. jaraa janm duhkhaugh taatapyamaanan prabho paahi aapannamaameesh shanbho.
I know nothing of yoga, nor of japa, nor of puja; Shambhu, I only bow to you, always and at all times. Burnt by age, by birth, by the mass of sorrow — lord, keep me who have come to you.
rudraashtakamidan proktan vipren haratoshaye. ye pathanti naraa bhaktyaa teshaan shambhuh praseedati.
This Rudrashtakam was spoken by the brahmin for Hara's pleasing. Those who read it with love — on them Shambhu is pleased.