yajasastaram mastake agni yasya sahev astinam
pal me tawmev ishthdev gyanimjaya tusarvadnam
bhaj sarvasya sandhan sang tan man chita ki bhasam
sarvshatru rambhim kovark tumrakt asthh sambhava
sarnam dharnam astaram sastram

nagindar hare trilochanay vasmanvaray manushvaray
vidhya sudhray dinambray
vasmi narayan, namo shivay
vasmi narayan, namo shivay parbhu saranay

khun khun is sadak par barse, kal sarp lahraye
naa uthaye nag bichhe sab, path par fan failaye
tu khich khich ke fad de jabdon ko, phir na kabhi das paye
dal dal pe aab gadde dhar phir koi panap na paye
bhaj sarvasya sandhan sang tan man chita ki bhasam
sarvshatru rambhim kovark tumrakt asthh sambhava
sarnam dharnam astaram sastram
sarnam dharnam astaram sastram

Upon your brow, the fire’s embers gleam,
A skeletal wish, a spectral dream.
You, the beloved, the knowing light,
Victory's embrace, banishing night.

Worship all, in union of flesh and bone,
The pyre's ash, where the self is sown.
From wrathful fury, a sun in sight,
Bloodied bones, the coming fight.
Your name, the anchor, the weapon's art.

To Nagendra, the three-eyed Lord,
Vast blessings, a whispered word.
Wisdom's nectar, a day that breaks,
To Vasmi Narayana, for Shiva's sake,
To Vasmi Narayana, the Lord who wakes.

Blood on the road, a serpent's coil,
The serpent's hood, on poisoned soil.
Tear the jaws, with a vengeful hand,
That no sting may touch this land.
Upon each branch, a pool of mire,
No seed of evil can respire.
Worship all, in union of flesh and bone,
The pyre's ash, where the self is sown.
From wrathful fury, a sun in sight,
Bloodied bones, the coming fight.
Your name, the anchor, the weapon's art.
Your name, the anchor, the weapon's art.