aag bahe teri rag me, tujhsa kaha koi jag me
hai waqt ka tu hi to pehla pehar
tu aankh jo khole to dhaaye kehar
to bolo har har har, to bolo har har har
to bolo har har har

na aadi na ant hai uska
wo sabka na inka unka
wahi maala, wahi hai manka
mast malang wo apni dhun ka

jantar mantar tantar gyani
hai sarvagya swabhimaani
mrityunjay hai mahaa-vinaashi
omkar hai isi ki vaani
isi ki, isi ki, isi ki vaani
isi ki, isi ki, isi ki vaani
bhaang, dhatura, bail ka patta
teeno lok isi ki satta
vish peekar bhi adig amar hai
mahadev har har hai japta

wahi shoonya hai wahi ikaay
wahi shoonya hai wahi ikaay
wahi shoonya hai wahi ikaay
jiske bheetar basaa shivaay
to bolo har har har
to bolo har har har

aankh moond kar dekh raha hai
saath samay ke khel raha hai
mahadev mahaa ekaki
jiske liye jagat hai jhanki

jata me ganga chaand mukut hai
saumya kabhi, kabhi bada vikat hai
aag se janma hai kailashi
shakti jiski daras ki pyaasi
hai pyaasi, haan pyaasi
ram bhi uska, raavan uska
jeevan uska maran bhi uska
taandav hai aur dhyan bhi wo hai
agyaani ka gyaan bhi wo hai
aankh teesri jab ye khole
hile dhara aur swarg bhi dole

goonj uthe har disha kshitij mein
naad usi ka, bam bam bhole

wahi shoonya hai wahi ikaay
wahi shoonya hai wahi ikaay
wahi shoonya hai wahi ikaay
jiske bhitar basa shivaay

tu hi shiva tujhme hi shiva
koi nahi yahaan tere sivaa
uda raakh agni ko jwaala tu kar
mita de andhere tu ban ke sehar

to bolo har har har
ja ja kailash, ja kar vinaash
ja ja kailash, ja kar vinaash
ja ja kailash, ja kar vinaash
ja ja kailash kar sarvnash
ja ja kailash, ja kar vinaash
ja ja kailash, ja kar vinaash
ja ja kailash, ja kar vinaash
ja ja kailash kar sarvnash

aankh moond kar dekh raha hai
saath samay ke khel raha hai
mahadev mahaa ekaki
jiske liye jagat hai jhanki
jata me ganga chaand mukut hai
saumya kabhi, kabhi bada vikat hai
aag se janma hai kailashi
shakti jiski daras ki pyaasi
to bolo har har har

Fire flows within your veins, none like you in the world's expanse,
You are the first watch of time's shift.
If you open your eyes, you unleash havoc's dance.
Then chant, Har Har Har, then chant, Har Har Har,
Then chant, Har Har Har.
He has no beginning, no end,
He belongs to all, not just them, not just these.
He is the garland, the very bead,
A joyful recluse, lost in his own tune.

Mystic formulas, incantations, the wise,
All-knowing, self-respecting,
Death-conquering, the Great Destroyer,
Omkar is His voice,
His, His, His voice,
His, His, His voice.
Bhang, datura, the sacred leaf,
The three worlds reside in His command.
Even after drinking poison, He remains steadfast and immortal,
Mahadev, the name He chants, is "Har Har".

He is the void, He is the One,
He is the void, He is the One,
He is the void, He is the One,
Within whom Shiva resides.
Then chant, Har Har Har,
Then chant, Har Har Har.
Eyes closed, He observes,
Plays along with the game of time.
Mahadev, supremely solitary,
For whom the world is but a fleeting spectacle.

In His matted locks, the Ganga, a moon on His crown,
Gentle at times, at times incredibly fierce.
Born of fire, the dweller of Kailash,
Whose power craves for darshan.
Craves, yes, craves.
Rama is His, Ravana is His,
Life is His, death is His.
Tandava is He, and meditation too,
The ignorant one's knowledge is He too.
When He opens His third eye,
The earth trembles, and heaven sways.

Echoes resound in every direction,
His is the sound, "Bom Bom Bhole."
He is the void, He is the One,
He is the void, He is the One,
He is the void, He is the One,
Within whom Shiva resides.
You are Shiva, within you is Shiva,
There is none here but you.
Ignite ashes, turn fire into a flame,
Erase the darkness, becoming dawn.

Then chant, Har Har Har,
Go, go to Kailash, bring destruction,
Go, go to Kailash, bring destruction,
Go, go to Kailash, bring destruction,
Go, go to Kailash, bring annihilation,
Go, go to Kailash, bring destruction,
Go, go to Kailash, bring destruction,
Go, go to Kailash, bring destruction,
Go, go to Kailash, bring annihilation.

Eyes closed, He observes,
Plays along with the game of time.
Mahadev, supremely solitary,
For whom the world is but a fleeting spectacle.
In His matted locks, the Ganga, a moon on His crown,
Gentle at times, at times incredibly fierce.
Born of fire, the dweller of Kailash,
Whose power craves for darshan.
Then chant, Har Har Har.