Great RA, I call to you
Hear my appeal
With rays of life and goodness
Wash my bodies, I pray
Reveal to me the miracle of healing
O RA, I thank you
I live, believe, and love
I always ask God: may the world be filled with kindness,
Love, good fortune, and beauty
May the wars on our planet fall silent,
May all children be happy
I always ask God: may kindness triumph throughout the world 🫶
I come into contact with water—
All illnesses go away!
Water washes away everything bad,
Everything ugly and wicked!
Water purifies both body and soul,
Heals wounds and softens the heart!
Water washes away sadness and resentment,
The countless kinds of my sins!
It washes away fear and misfortune,
Water grants me insight!
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Laughter uplifts and drives away fear.
Joy arrives, while trouble departs.
A smile saves and prolongs life.
Vigor grows, while illness disappears.
Light is within us all: in you and in me!
May we be filled with Light every day!
Namaste to the entire Universe, the Sun, and the Moon!
Namaste to the Paramatma in you and in me!
Ravana sang a Hymn to Shiva extemporaneously—
Crushed beneath Kailash, drenched in sweat,
Howling with pain, he created the "Tandava Stotram"—
Roaring and enduring, enraptured by the Lord God!
Throughout the ages, the Vedas have given many examples
That Knowledge and Faith are all-powerful.
The one devoted to the Supreme is pure and protected,
Freed from maya as a reward!
But if Heaven’s favorite becomes conceited
And strives to rival the Creator—
He will bring trouble upon himself
And rent a place in hell.
The humble heed God’s Law:
Only the meek shall inherit the Earth—
Not pride, envy, or competition.
Kindness is our sure indulgence.
Ravana composed the Hymn in repentance,
Delighting God’s ear with his praise—
And we, following his great example,
Can sing this Hymn in our own homes.
Whoever sings this Hymn, "Shiva Tandava Stotram,"
Even once, enraptured by God,
Or listens to it and, from memory,
Even if only formally, recites it—
The Vedas reveal: such a person
Is blessed forever by the family of Kailash!
They need not fear life,
All their wishes will begin to come true,
They will be fed, shod, and clothed,
And spend many years in health and prosperity,
Their time, lineage, and glory will endure,
They will reach Paradise—if they wish to ascend!
On the Path—through Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu—
They will be granted knowledge of Lord Krishna!
May love for those Four inspire you,
And may your soul know no pain!
Whoever has found God has gained everything else,
As an addition to love and peace!
Build a temple for God in your soul—
And you will have nothing to grieve over in this world!
Hello! Thank you very much!
I firmly believe that poems write themselves, while a person is merely a channel transmitting the reality that resonates most strongly with them. All glory goes to God, who led me both to this school and to the study of the Vedas—the poem became a reflection of my inner fullness.
"Shiva Tandava Stotram" sounds so magical that I want to listen to it on repeat for an hour or more...
Life grants me a sip from the source of Fate,
To see its reflection in the skies,
And through the centuries hold a dialogue:
Who I was, who I became, and where oblivion lies.
O Almighty, grant me earthly blessings,
So that in this world I may find my sacred path.
Let me become a support for everyone and for myself,
Serving You boundlessly on the wings of faith in existence.
Accept yourself, forgive yourself,
Realize that you are a particle of Divinity.
Only through true love for yourself
Will you reveal Him in the depths of your nature.
My brain is at its peak, God's Power is all around,
Angels are helpers, every spirit is material.
Higher programs of the lineage are underway,
My sacred work leads me toward the good.
I know everything, the channel with the Creator is open,
My Third Eye and chakras speak.
I walk along a bright road,
God's grace has entered my reality.
All chains have been cast off, the shackles fall away,
Abilities within me rise from the darkness.
I do not resist—I am ready once more
To accept the gifts of the promised heights.
An invisible dance of useful deeds
Quietly pushes harmful habits aside.
My mind, like a quiet, wise vault,
Reveals its purpose more clearly each day.
Higher Powers—a whisper in the silence,
They guide and support me in every endeavor.
The calling that lives within me,
I choose, following my vocation.
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