O Sage of Kashmir, timeless flame,
Abhinavagupta, hallowed name;
You wove the stars in Sanskrit thread,
Where light and silence softly wed.
From Shiva’s gaze to Shakti’s dance,
You mapped the soul’s divine expanse;
No dual veil could cloud your sight,
You penned the path to purest Light.
Tantraloka, your gift sublime,
Unfolds the truth beyond all time;
Not rites alone, nor dogma’s chain,
But Consciousness, unbound by frame.
Each verse a mirror, deep and clear,
Where sleeping gods in us appear;
Each shloka sings the silent lore
Of Self as All, and nothing more.
