PS 3796
HE RUDRA BHAERAV TAVA KAVE KA'NPIYA' UT'HILA
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Lyrics
Roman script
HE RUDRA BHAERAVA TAVA RAVE KÁḾPIÁ UT́HILO DHARAŃII
HE PINÁK PÁŃI VIŚÁNNA VÁŃII GARJE PHUNKÁRI ASHANI KÁḾPIÁ UT́HILO DHARAŃI
JALE STHALE ÁR NABHO MAND́ALE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JALE STHALE ÁR NABHO MAND́ALE BÁJILO TÚRYA SHRUTI KUND́ALE KALYÁŃA ARÁTI CEYE CHE JE RÁTI SE RÁTI SARILO TAKHANAI KÁḾPIÁ UT́HILO DHARAŃII
KUÁSHÁR KÁLIMÁ JE PECAKA DAL ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KUÁSHÁR KÁLIMÁ JE PECAKA DAL EVECHILO HOVE ÁRO PRABAL RUDRA VIIŃÁR JVÁLÁ SAMÁHÁR MÁJHE TÁ T́IKITE PÁRENI KÁḾPIÁ UT́HILO DHARAŃII
HE RUDRA BHAERAVA TAVA RAVE KÁḾPIÁ UT́HILO DHARAŃII
Translation
O Lord Siva, The Rudra Bhaerava, by Your roar, the earth has started shaking. O the holder of bow in hand, Your long horn thunders with hissing of lightning. On land and water, and the expanse of sky, the trumpet sounds into the ears. The enemies of welfare, expected the dark night, which then moved out. The group of owls, who thought that the darkness of fog would intensify, within the collection of flame of Rudra Viin’a’, could not even see.
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