Hymn to Shiva

Lord, accept this column of words, your Lingam
Now, and my creation for Shiva's glory.
Teach me how to dance on my foes or write them,
Act out the story.

Jouissant five, the hand and its tangents, marks texts.
Mark my life! I offer the leaves of Bilva
Here to make Tandava exorbitant next.
Praise to Great Shiva!

Suns I seek to shape as elliptic flowers:
Shiva, grant the love to inscribe their petals.
Men I seek to chain in their pen-like towers:
Forge me the metal.

I as well am wearing the lunate sigma
I as well am covered in burnt-book ashes
I as well have queried the bowl's enigma
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