neel ne shuru kar diya
bhutnath par bhasm chadhana
ise banakar niyam nitay ka
dev rishi ka kahna mana
jivan bhar ye tek nibhani
jivan bhar ye tek nibhani
jivan bhar ye tek nibhani
dhnay dhnay narad ki vani
mahima shiv ki jisne bakhani
param punit sikh munivar ki
bhole bhakt munivar ne mani
dhnay dhnay narad ki vani

mahima shiv ki jisne bakhani
param punit sikh munivar ki
ek dukhiya nari ne mani
dhnay dhnay narad ki vani
ganga ki pawan raj lake
usse shiv ka ling bana ke
bhakti sahit kar shanbh ka naman
vidhtivat kar shankar ka pujan
bel pattar aur ardhay chadhake
dhup deep nayi vegay lagake
pati pane ke liye kamna
prabhu se karti rahi prathna
solha somvar ke vrat kiye
mil gayi reet ko meet suhani
dhnay dhnay narad ki vani
mahima shiv ki jisne bakhani
dhnay dhnay narad ki vani

jo solha somvar vrat kare
tute na kram niyam ye dhare
hota safal manorath uska
sukhmay ho jivan path uska
bichhda pati patni phir aaye
putar ratan paman khil jaye
bhara rahe dhan dhaan se ghar nit
uski kabhi na hove haani
dhnay dhnay narad ki vani

The azure embraced,
Ashes to Bhutnath, a sacred grace.
A ritual born, a daily plea,
The sage's word, eternity.
This vow to hold, life's destined art,
This vow to hold, within the heart,
This vow to hold, a soul's true start.
Blessed, blessed, Narad's sacred song,
Of Shiva's glory, where we belong,
A saint's pure lesson, a guiding light,
A devotee's faith, burning bright.
Blessed, blessed, Narad's sacred song.

Of Shiva's glory, where we belong,
A saint's pure lesson, a guiding light,
A sorrowing woman, found her might.
Blessed, blessed, Narad's sacred song.
The Ganga's dust, a holy trace,
From it, a lingam, found its place.
With devotion's touch, to Shiva's name,
Worshiping the Lord, the sacred flame.
Bael leaves offered, in earnest plea,
Incense and light, for all to see,
A husband's return, the heart's desire,
Prayers ascended, reaching higher.
Sixteen Mondays, a sacred vow,
Reunited love, a joyful now.
Blessed, blessed, Narad's sacred song,
Of Shiva's glory, where we belong,
Blessed, blessed, Narad's sacred song.

Who keeps the vows of Mondays sixteen,
Their sacred path, forever keen,
Their heart's desire, finds its release,
Their life's sweet journey, finds its peace.
A lost love found, a bond restored,
A precious son, forever adored,
Wealth and abundance, a constant flow,
And no misfortune, shall ever grow.
Blessed, blessed, Narad's sacred song.