Spear in hand, fire in eyes,
Son of Shiva, lightning skies.
Peacock dances, snakes bow low,
Warrior’s wrath, swift as arrow.

Six-faced, six mothers’ grace,
Yet none could tame his battle pace.
He beheaded Brahma’s pride,
Taught the gods where truth resides.

Call his name, just once, just true
He’ll charge through hell to reach you.
No grand rites, no gold, no plea,
Just stand firm; he’ll set you free.

Skanda rides, the earth shakes,
Dharma’s drum his heartbeat makes.
Fail or fall, he’ll lift you high,
Make him guru, he’ll set you right.

Jai Canda Bhairava