O you the creator, you the destroyer, you who sustain and make an end, Who in sunlight dance among the birds and the children at play, Who at midnight dance among the corpses in the burning grounds, You, Shiva, you dark and terrible Bhairava, You Suchness and Illusion, the Void and All Things, You are the lord of life, and therefore I have brought you flowers; You are the lord of death, and the...