I worship Shankara, whose form is white as the Himalyan snow, radiant with the beauty of countless Cupids, whose head sparkles with the Ganga with crescent moon adorning his brow and snakes coiling his neck.

I worship Shankara, whose form is white as the Himalyan snow, radiant with the beauty of countless Cupids, whose head sparkles with the Ganga with crescent moon adorning his brow and snakes coiling his neck.