The Beggar’s Blessing

He sits in the dust

with a skull in his hand

A stranger disguised in his own sacred land

Ash on his brow,

no crown on his head

Wandering silent

where mortals all tread

They walk right on by,

they don't see the light

Hidden so deep

in the shadow of night

He watches them strive,

he watches them run

The lord of the cosmos

appearing as none

I am the beggar

who gives the greatest gift

I am the lord who appears as nothing

So that you may find everything (shambho)

A poor devotee

bows down in the street

And offers a flower

at his dusty feet

He smiles and he speaks with a voice like the sea

Your devotion is my wealth,

now set yourself free

Your devotion is my wealth

(om namah shivaya)