Oh, fierce one, with eyes that flash like thunder,
A tempest in form, yet a gentle heart under.
A fulcrum of dawn and dusk, you are a Shepard of opposing sides.
In you, destruction and creation find their voice.
Where others see sin, you see only a choice made,
guiding orphans in this yuga of venom and vice.
Not fearing your might, for your heart is kind,
A Bholenath, fearless, free, and forever loving.
You move through time, a force both deep and wide,
Stabilizing energies, guiding seekers to stride.
With Shakti's power, you lead them to stillness,
Making the world's chaos seem trivial, its ills vanish.
In your embrace, the third eye ignites,
A tree of knowledge growing in the night.
You pull them close, transforming their essence,
A journey through fire and ice, unguessing.
So here's to you, Bhairava, both fierce and tender,
A force that guides, a light beyond all thunder.
In your wisdom, seekers find their path,
An alchemy of light and shadow, the ultimate path.

Om Adyaye Namah