2. Translation

Descend into my heart, O Lord Rudra,
O auspicious One, descend into my heart.
Blending the bounds of the finite in the Infinite,
O Beloved, enter into my heart
With love and compassion.
O Lord Rudra, you embody joy and sorrow
In infinite measure,
Remaining immobile even in utter destruction.
O Giver of calmness, O Stiller of fear,
You are being invoked
By your insignificant, devoted slave.
By the touch of the Feet of the Lord,
Who is ancient and ageless,
May the flute of transformation be played
In the heart of mankind today,
Destroying the immortal death.