O tamaH, Thou Are Rudra Himself,
Who puts me to deep sleep.
Fooling me back into ignorance,
For my love of Thy dark form.
In that blissful embrace of Thine,
The desires still remain as seed.
Losing Thy grace on waking up,
My desires play the destroying dance.
The powerful presence of Thee,
Pervades the Tripura not only sleep.
With Thy Trident, destroy that seed,
That brings me this wakeful dream.
Its but a play of the most beautiful, Maya,
Thy consort in the abode of Kailasa.