Song 92

In plain words

Parameśvara, Śrī Sāmbaśiva, danced the sport of the tāṇḍava; He whose bracelet is the king of serpents danced the sport of the tāṇḍava, taking up the ḍhakka drum in the proper way, to the sound of jhāna jhāna jhāna jhāna taka, He danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… With the crescent moon shining on His brow, smeared with vibhūti, with the poison in His throat gleaming misa misa misa misa misā, He danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… the maiden of the river in His tuft, the third eye in His face, His rosaries of crystal beads gleaming gracefully, niga niga niga nigā, He danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… as Sarasvatī played her vīṇā, as Purandara blew the flute, as Hari played the mṛdaṅga, to the sound of dhimi dhimi dhimi taka, He danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… as the goddess Ramā sang a song, as the Lotus-eyed One kept the time, for Umā Devī, Hara, in manifold, manifold, manifold ways, danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… as the gods, the lords of the gods, the deities and the glorious gandharvas, rapt in feeling, cried bhāni bhāni bhāni taka, He danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… as Nārada plucked his tambura, with His matted locks gleaming on His head, Hara, brandishing His trident, to the sound of tadima tadima tadi taka, danced the sport of the tāṇḍava… as Gaurī Devī ruled the worlds, as Gaṅgā Devī flowed as the rivers, as Vighneśvara moved this way and that, Hara danced without hindrance; He danced the sport of the tāṇḍava…