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Stotra is a hymn of praise. According to legend, the “Hymn praising Shiva’s furious dance” was written by Ravana himself, a great sage, a great asura (demon), and a great devotee of Shiva.
Sadhguru: Ravana was a fierce devotee of Shiva, one of those about whom many legends were told. A devotee should not become great, but he was a great devotee. He came to Kailash from the south (I want you to imagine how difficult it was to travel that entire way) and began singing Shiva’s praises. He had a drum with which he kept the rhythm, and right there, spontaneously, Ravana composed 1,008 verses, now known as the “Shiva Tandava Stotram.”
It was then that Shiva gave him the name “Ravana,” meaning “Roaring One,” because he roared loudly in pain.
Before that, he was called Dashagriva (Ten-Necked), and he was devoted to Shiva.
With a broad garland of snakes wrapped around His neck, upon which a pure stream of water flows from the forest of matted hair, producing the sound DAMAT, DAMAT, DAMAT, DAMAT from the damaru, Shiva dances the furious Tandava dance—may He bring us blessings! |1|
My love is ever directed toward Lord Shiva, who wears the young moon upon His crown, whose matted hair is washed by streams of the celestial river cascading onto His royal head, and from whose forehead bursts a flame of fire producing the sound DHAGAT, DHAGAT, DHAGAT at every moment. |2|
May my mind rejoice in Shiva at Chidambaram, immersed in play with Parvati, the beloved daughter of the Lord of the mountains, possessing a radiant halo, delighting the minds of beings, and dispelling, with His gracious glance, hardships that are difficult to overcome. |3|
May my mind remain in joyful wonder before the Lord of beings, whose neck is encircled like a vine by a serpent with a shining red jewel in its diadem, whose beloved face, anointed with jasmine and kumkum, is seen everywhere, and who is covered with the hide flayed from a maddened elephant. |4|
May the moon, who wears upon His crown the kinsman of the chakora bird, clothed in a red garland of snakes and wearing matted hair, whose feet are reddened by the stream of pollen falling from the flowers adorning the bowed heads of the gods standing in a row, beginning with thousand-eyed Indra, grant enduring prosperity! |5|
May Shiva grant us perfections—He whose flowing hair consumed the god of love, burned to ashes by the flame that burst from His forehead, before whom the celestial beings bow, and who wears in His hair the moon that pours forth nectar. |6|
My love is for the Three-Eyed God, who burned the god of Love, armed with five arrows, with the fire that burst from His forehead to the sound “DHAGAD, DHAGAD, DHAGAD,” the only artist capable of drawing beautiful patterns upon the breast of the Daughter of the Mountains. |7|
May Shiva grant us prosperity—He who bears the burden of the universe, adorned with the moon, with a neck dark as the new moon surrounded by clouds, wearing a red hide, and bathed by the celestial river Ganga. |8|
I bow to Shiva, whose neck, illuminated by temple lamps, shines with the glory of blossoming blue lotuses, dark as the sins of the world; the destroyer of Smara, the destroyer of Tripura, the destroyer of worldly existence, the destroyer of the sacrifice, the slayer of the elephant, the slayer of Andhaka, and the destroyer of Yama. |9|
I bow to Shiva, most skilled in the art of arranging bouquets of kadamba flowers, whose sweet nectar attracts bees from every direction; the destroyer of Smara, the destroyer of Tripura, the destroyer of worldly existence, the destroyer of the sacrifice, the slayer of the elephant, the slayer of Andhaka, and the destroyer of Yama. |10|
Lord Shiva dances the furious Tandava dance, moving to the rhythm of the drum’s DHIMID-DHIMID-DHIMID sounds;
above His head flows a flame from snakes twisting in the whirling motion of the glorious dance in the heavens. |11|
When shall I worship Sadashiva, who regards with lotus eyes friends and enemies, subjects and king, jewels and clods of earth, a garland and a snake, and the various things that come into contact in the world, all alike as grass? |12|
When shall I become happy, reciting the Shiva mantra, living in groves and caves bathed by the celestial Ganga, free from ignorance, always walking with folded hands raised to my forehead and trembling eyelids? |13|
Everyone who reads, memorizes, and recites this stotra as indicated here is purified forever and gains devotion to the great Guru Shiva.
There is no other path or refuge for devotion. The mere thought of Shiva dispels delusion. |14|
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Sadhguru: Ravana was a fierce devotee of Shiva, one of those about whom many legends were told. A devotee should not become great, but he was a great devotee. He came to Kailash from the south (I want you to imagine how difficult it was to travel that entire way) and began singing Shiva’s praises. He had a drum with which he kept the rhythm, and right there, spontaneously, Ravana composed 1,008 verses, now known as the “Shiva Tandava Stotram.”
It was then that Shiva gave him the name “Ravana,” meaning “Roaring One,” because he roared loudly in pain.
Before that, he was called Dashagriva (Ten-Necked), and he was devoted to Shiva.
The Dance of Destruction.
With a broad garland of snakes wrapped around His neck, upon which a pure stream of water flows from the forest of matted hair, producing the sound DAMAT, DAMAT, DAMAT, DAMAT from the damaru, Shiva dances the furious Tandava dance—may He bring us blessings! |1|
My love is ever directed toward Lord Shiva, who wears the young moon upon His crown, whose matted hair is washed by streams of the celestial river cascading onto His royal head, and from whose forehead bursts a flame of fire producing the sound DHAGAT, DHAGAT, DHAGAT at every moment. |2|
May my mind rejoice in Shiva at Chidambaram, immersed in play with Parvati, the beloved daughter of the Lord of the mountains, possessing a radiant halo, delighting the minds of beings, and dispelling, with His gracious glance, hardships that are difficult to overcome. |3|
May my mind remain in joyful wonder before the Lord of beings, whose neck is encircled like a vine by a serpent with a shining red jewel in its diadem, whose beloved face, anointed with jasmine and kumkum, is seen everywhere, and who is covered with the hide flayed from a maddened elephant. |4|
May the moon, who wears upon His crown the kinsman of the chakora bird, clothed in a red garland of snakes and wearing matted hair, whose feet are reddened by the stream of pollen falling from the flowers adorning the bowed heads of the gods standing in a row, beginning with thousand-eyed Indra, grant enduring prosperity! |5|
May Shiva grant us perfections—He whose flowing hair consumed the god of love, burned to ashes by the flame that burst from His forehead, before whom the celestial beings bow, and who wears in His hair the moon that pours forth nectar. |6|
My love is for the Three-Eyed God, who burned the god of Love, armed with five arrows, with the fire that burst from His forehead to the sound “DHAGAD, DHAGAD, DHAGAD,” the only artist capable of drawing beautiful patterns upon the breast of the Daughter of the Mountains. |7|
May Shiva grant us prosperity—He who bears the burden of the universe, adorned with the moon, with a neck dark as the new moon surrounded by clouds, wearing a red hide, and bathed by the celestial river Ganga. |8|
I bow to Shiva, whose neck, illuminated by temple lamps, shines with the glory of blossoming blue lotuses, dark as the sins of the world; the destroyer of Smara, the destroyer of Tripura, the destroyer of worldly existence, the destroyer of the sacrifice, the slayer of the elephant, the slayer of Andhaka, and the destroyer of Yama. |9|
I bow to Shiva, most skilled in the art of arranging bouquets of kadamba flowers, whose sweet nectar attracts bees from every direction; the destroyer of Smara, the destroyer of Tripura, the destroyer of worldly existence, the destroyer of the sacrifice, the slayer of the elephant, the slayer of Andhaka, and the destroyer of Yama. |10|
Lord Shiva dances the furious Tandava dance, moving to the rhythm of the drum’s DHIMID-DHIMID-DHIMID sounds;
above His head flows a flame from snakes twisting in the whirling motion of the glorious dance in the heavens. |11|
When shall I worship Sadashiva, who regards with lotus eyes friends and enemies, subjects and king, jewels and clods of earth, a garland and a snake, and the various things that come into contact in the world, all alike as grass? |12|
When shall I become happy, reciting the Shiva mantra, living in groves and caves bathed by the celestial Ganga, free from ignorance, always walking with folded hands raised to my forehead and trembling eyelids? |13|
Everyone who reads, memorizes, and recites this stotra as indicated here is purified forever and gains devotion to the great Guru Shiva.
There is no other path or refuge for devotion. The mere thought of Shiva dispels delusion. |14|
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