The street gathered around the rise of moon
Assuming the positions eagerly.
Erect with lotus legs and petal palms
That gently woke into a prayer trance:

Har Har Shivaaye, Har Har Shivaaye!
Har Har aah-choo, Har Har Shivaaye!
Har Har urgh-hoo, Har Har Shivaaye!
Har Har aakkh-thoo, Har Har Shivaaye!

The morning came – Har Har Shivaaye!
The street dissolved – Har Har Shivaaye!
The coughs and phlegm declared – Shivaaye!
The slurping noses sang – Shivaaye!

They hailed the Mrityunjaya, Shivaaye!
The Conqueror of Death, Shivaaye!