Om Jai Shiv Omkara in Punjabi

You shine with one face, with four faces and with five; you are seated on the swan, on Garuda and on the bull.

The aarti sees the one Shiva in all three forms: Vishnu (one face, Garuda), Brahma (four faces, swan) and Shiva (five faces, the bull Nandi).

With two arms, with four arms and with ten arms you look most splendid; beholding your threefold form, the people of the three worlds are enchanted.

You wear the rosary of rudraksha, the garland of forest flowers and the garland of skulls; sandalwood and musk adorn you, and the crescent moon rests on your brow.

Variant second line (drikpanchang and several recordings): "त्रिपुरारी कंसारी कर माला धारी" (Tripurari Kansari Kar Mala Dhari).

White garments, yellow silk and the tiger skin adorn your body; the sages led by Sanaka, Garuda and his kin, and the bhutas are ever by your side.

In your hands you hold the water-pot, the discus and the trident; you give happiness, take away sorrow and sustain the world.

Older printed version (webdunia, shivchalisahindi): "चक्र त्रिशूल धर्ता। जगकर्ता जगभर्ता जगसंहारकर्ता॥" (creator, sustainer and dissolver of the world).

Only the unwise think of Brahma, Vishnu and Sadashiva as separate; within the sacred syllable Om, these three are one.

Some prints read "प्रणवाक्षर के मध्ये" (same meaning).

Lakshmi, Savitri and Parvati are with you; Parvati is the half of your body, and the Ganga flows as Shiva's own wave.

Parvati graces the mountain, and Shankar dwells on Kailash; bhang and dhatura are his food, and he makes his home in sacred ash.

Variant second line (revivingcultures and some recordings): "भांग धतूरा भस्म चढ़ावत, भोजन फलनिवासा".

The Ganga flows through your matted locks and a garland of skulls hangs at your throat; the great serpent coils around you, and you wrap yourself in deerskin.

In Kashi you reign as Vishwanath, with Nandi the celibate devotee before you; those who rise each day for your darshan find your glory beyond measure.

Older printed version: "काशी में विश्वनाथ विराजत नन्दी ब्रह्मचारी। नित उठि भोग लगावत महिमा अति भारी॥"

Whoever sings this aarti of the Lord of the three gunas, says Swami Shivanand, receives the fruit the heart longs for.

This closing stanza carries the poet's signature (chhap): Swami Shivanand.