apni karni ka phal pate hai jag me murakh prani
bhasmasur mohini bani hai uski amar kahani
om namah shivay, om namah shivay

shiv shankar ko magan dekh
bhasma aage aaya
dedo vardan prabhu
bhasm ne apna shish jhukaya
umanath ne hath uthakar usko var de dala
jiske sir pe hath dharoge bhasm karegi jwala
bhul gaya mata ka nata ye papi abhimani
bhasm karu main shiv shankar ko
usne man me thani

parvati ke pane ko shivji par hath badhaya
kaanp uthe shankar parlayankar
paapi pichhe aaya
dola ambar doli dharti kaanpa sagaar pani
vishnu lok ke dware gunji
dukhiyaro ki vani
hey narayan hey narayan hey narayan

The foolish reap the harvest of their deeds,
Across the world, a tragic tale proceeds.
Bhasmasura, a siren's shadowed art,
His endless legend tears the world apart.
Om Namah Shivaya, Om Namah Shivaya.

Seeing Shiva lost in blissful reverie,
Bhasmasura advanced, his plea set free.
"Grant me a boon, O Lord, I humbly pray!"
His head then bowed, to Shiva's grand display.
Uma's Lord, his hand in blessing raised,
"Whom you touch, with fire will be razed."
The sinner, heedless of maternal ties,
His prideful heart, where darkness lies.
"I shall consume Lord Shiva's sacred form,"
This wicked thought, within his heart was born.

To claim Parvati, he reached to touch,
Shiva, the destroyer, trembled much.
The sinner chased, his intent to seize,
The heavens swayed, the earth did cease.
The oceans churned, the waters grieved,
From Vishnu's realm, a cry received.
The doors of sorrow began to groan,
"O Narayana, Narayana, alone..."