॥ भैरवाय ते ॥

भैरवाय ते कालभैरवाय ते ।

प्रदक्षिणानि मे देव मूढभक्तस्य॥ (पल्लवी)

O Kālabhairava! Around You alone, O Kālabhairava, do I revolve (circumambulate) devotedly. I am just a foolish devotee.

काशिकापुरी-क्षेत्रलोक-पालनम्

पिङ्गलेक्षण-स्फुरण-मात्रमेव ते ।

भुवन-भाण्डक-प्रलय-भस्म-कारको

गर्जनोद्धत-ध्वनि-कणस्तव-प्रभो॥

The entire administration of the pious Kāśī city runs just by a spark appearing in Your red coloured eyes. O Lord! A tiny trace of Your thundering voice is enough to cause the final dissolution of this universe-pot turning it to ash!

अष्टसिद्धयोऽप्यष्ट-भूतिभिस्सह

भूतनाथ ते करुणलेश-सम्भवाः।

सारमेयवत् त्वयि समर्पिताऽर्थिनाम्

बोधयत्यहो शुनकवाहनं तव॥

The eight miraculous powers along with the eight prosperities, Arise from just a tiny trace of Your kindness, O Lord of ghosts! This happens provided the blessed receiver surrenders to You like a dog. To preach this concept, You have made a mighty dog as Your vehicle.

अरुणवाससं भैक्ष्य-भस्त्रिकाभुजम्

साऽग्निपात्रकं पृथुलमार्जनीधरम्।

श्मश्रुभीकरं कालदण्डमण्डितम्

कालिकापतिं कालकालमाश्रये॥

To You, who is wearing a bright red cloth and who has a bag hanging from the shoulder for collecting alms (begging); To You, who is carrying a big bowl of flaming fire in one hand and a broomstick in another; To You, who has a frightening moustache on the face, and who is carrying the strong stick of Time (death) called the Kāla Daṇḍa. To You, who is the husband of the very powerful Mahā Kālī! To You, who are the death (Kāla) of even the deity of death (Kāla; Yama), I surrender.