Oh, Shiva!
Thy dance of death rages, underneath the fire..
Sprout the seeds of creation.
Thy benign gaze nourishes
What it then seeks to destroy
It matters not to Thee
To see Thy creation..
Vanish like hills of sand
For Thy createth and destroyeth…
For Thee, it is a game played at Thy abode the Kailash
Too far away to hear the anguished cries of the created and destroyed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Thy abode…too far.. to hear the cries of the created and the destroyed…. ". For, he wants to listen to none…., the dancer