Worship Lord Shiva!
I have wandered through many lands of this Hela Dveepa seeking aid,
Yet only in You—my radiant, solar, ancestral Shiva—
Have I found true refuge.
You are the guardian of my soul.
As the elephant calf is sheltered by the might of the herd,
So too does Your protection surround me.
Each dawn You arrive—
A newborn ray of light in the rising sun.
I have beheld the glory of this sacred isle,
And I stand alone before the world,
Knowing Your hand will reach forth
To lift me, guide me, guard me.
You are Shiva—forever.
They say You are the destroyer of worlds,
Yet they know not the truth.
For You, in deep meditation,
Saw the impermanence of all things,
And the sorrow that clings to existence.
You, Lord of Kailash in Ruhuna’s heights,
Poured compassion upon the weary world.
Three-eyed Mahadeva—
You are Shiva in the truest sense.
At dawn I awoke to a distant voice,
And followed its echo across the land,
Seeking the history of my lineage.
At the sacred foot of Adam’s Peak,
You placed a burden upon my head—
The solemn weight of a nation’s story,
The eternal legacy of the Sinhalese people.
Worship Lord Shiva!
I have wandered through many lands of this Hela Dveepa seeking aid,
Yet only in You—my radiant, solar, ancestral Shiva—
Have I found true refuge.
You are the guardian of my soul.
