Hark! The rhythm.
The pellet drum rattles.
The dance begins.
The creation, the annihilation,
the fleeing in-betweens,
and beyond these apparents,
Shiv and Shakti locked
in divine eternal embrace,
completing, complementing.
Everywhere I look,
all this universe,
'tis but a cosmic divine dance.
Shiv and Shakti gracefully attuned,
to the rattling pellet drum.
Hark! The rhythm.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
