Translation of hymn (The space-weaver)

Om, divine salutations to the ethereal and surreal of space, to the one that bridges the barriers and all of its frontiers, to the space that becomes in all forms, salutations to the one that transcends. 

Sivaye , the supreme, the lord-maker, make thy form in our reverence.

From beginnings begotten in their ends, the forces of nature in their power to append. The primal in-built enforced in every foundation. Sweet words and glory merely pedestals to raise and grace that which is to behold, affixed in its guiding star of manifestation. 

All that speech can offer and direct, to the body of knowledge and tradition, forever endeavours established and embellished. The timeless dancer, universally attuned in your varied ways, that which gives attention, its attestation, its meditative way into the rings of focus, you bring. 

Om, the harbinger, salutations in name the Ṣivaye, supreme and pervading to all moods, temperaments and emotive contemplations. |

Shivaye, the supreme.

The fresh faced and immortal, of the godhead, all eternal. The abode.

The primordial made whole, the one that does onto, until the divine becomes. Salutations of thee, the merciful and resting in and upon our hearts, unseen but revelling in glorious caves and caverns dark. 

Warming every hearth, secret or unknown, the image of the almighty, in its eternal light sakes to partake to any form when glorified, or known. 

Om, and the name of its salute, and salutations in being to address reverence to the absolute and resolute.        ||

Dwelling in secret, buried in mountains, groomed in restraint, discretion and initiations, even to the truly lost does the divine apparatus ever comply. 

All knowledge weaves to creativity and instinct, availed to you, the fiery light of form.

Kindred and dear, even to the eternal and highest of gods. 

Bridge this, our here duality, the one always awake!

Illuminate from within, as only you can show us how. 

Space, this ether, the real and the illusive. Through the veil that connects the inner to the outer worlds. 

Transcendental thine, repeated and entwined. The return to grace. The thread to and beyond yonder. 

The formless, and yet to its negation, the shapeshifters to and fro in your forms. 

The foremost held up high, likened as if doubled, this thy contemplation. 

This laud, the fire, brimmed with what passion brings, fostered in earnest, and in focus of intensity’s swing. 

Intuited from the fire is the other, and every another, the light of divinity in the signature of heat, connected in the fabric of fire is the formless. All forms in their flights of phantasy are wings to your delight.

Smokeless unless concealed, un-extinguishable unless revealed. Without beginning and end, and yet the maker of smoke, ash and form. To the space of fire, this here conferred.

In negation merely to channel the thoughts, the opposing forces arise, only to diffuse, distilled of heart and mind. Therefor meets its second balancing and gently braced to shine. 

Bounty releases its blessings, there is joy in giving. Here sound meets the wind in its beat. Upon the merry, revered and heart-warmed, the entreat. 

Om, the vitality in the breath, the revitalising, consoled and depth measured to converge, the inhale, the middle worlds and its means are yours in name. Om, lauds our higher reach. The skies applaud the inner beseech. In this is stillness. 

Om, the middle worlds are the breadth of our meditation.

Om, refined is ours in form and energy, applied in that sentient intention is sentiment to its conducive application. 

In fervour, this your treasure, transfixed and set upon the path, led in the laud that emotion sings. 

Shiva, the supreme, all of it the eternal domain of souls, forever merely an instant for the soul’s journey with you. Yet in that moment, primal glimpses of the god and celestials, that you are, that you offer in forever, that you give in every state and emotion, the you that is all-becoming. The enlightened masters to form, and in beauty and bounty of many.

The great fires of focus and dispensation, in practice and discipline gleaned from direction is the instinct of your observation.

This creative ritual of sound, forms a pedestal. 

For the foremost, held up high. Glorified and thus prioritised. 

All of it, this is the duality that is all of it. Where all the moods go, the maker of the emotions is the one that carries cognition. These are the tides, in clarity portends. 

All the principles, of all the elements at play, the bestowing of happiness rests in the liberating of the inner forces at interplay. And so entwined in consciousness in the divine vibration, each in their own bracket of manifestation attempts to bridge the triad of inner fulfilment in self determination.

To the laud, the creator, our inner creative fires of make.

The preserver, archetype of divinity be and betwixt. 

And beyond, the supreme vessel of sound encasing the world enshrining full circles to lovingly harmonic astound. 

The images that graces us into evolution, devotion to abridge duality into our celebration. Perfect our definitions, bring these renditions to your honey-dewed address. These are the liberties of the ancient, age-accepted and established to meaning, meaning and the emotion the universe moves in us. To allow us to make in the subjective and object of knowledge and to move the universe through us. This the tradition of duality in the reverb, the cognitive pause in the swerve. 

Of this form is celebrated in the body of work. And of the body is groomed to the point of view. Make your direction, perfect thine eyes in our surmise. Called here are all the divine masters, animals, language, its form  and the awakenings of instinct and history, consciousness intoned in the elephant’s seat of divine mysteries. And the rest and repose understanding the reverent  fundamentals, and in apprehending comprehension to its columns of foundations and cultivating the narrowing norm of cognition.

The subjective proportioned to the stationary, thought to its reverential held paramount. Penetrating the divine absolute in the integration in all of its kindness,  and to forever in its time abundant and abound.  

The instrument of the universe in any who attempt to understand its language. And language in the ways of the universe conferred for meaning. Infinite forms in the nature of your reverent wear and variable reform. 

Refined to acts of will. Will refined through thorough and constant definition. Resonant in constant consonant and liberating sighs and meaningful signs of the vowel. In resound. 

Siva, the supreme and all of it, to consider yet in the unmanifest serenaded for fulfilment to your whole of it.  

Ṣivaye, the supreme, you are addressed in name. In a name that is your grace. In this beckon is your call, salutations and lauds are meaning for your kind reform, to all kindred and the forces of sound surrounded.  Om welcome home.       ||

To your synonymous and alike, we offer reverence to know. Om.