Daridraya Dahana Shiva Stotram By Sage Vasishta

Daridraya Dahana Stotram English Lyrics

vishveshvaraya narakarnava taranaya
karnamrutaya shashishekhara dharanaya
karpurakantidhavalaya jatadharaya
daridrya duhkhadahanaya namah shivaya

gauripriyaya rajanishakaladharaya
kalantakaya bhujagadhipankanaya
gangadharaya gajarajavimardanaya
daridrya dukhadahanaya namah shivaya

bhaktipriyaya bhavarogabhayapahaya
ugraya durgabhavasagarataranaya
jyotirmayaya gunanamasunutyakaya
daridrya duhkha dahanaya namah shivaya

charmambaraya shavabhasmavilepanaya
bhalekshanaya manikundala manditaya
manjirapadayugalaya jatadharaya
daridrya duhka dahanaya namah shivaya

panchananaya phaniraja vibhushanaya
hemamshukaya bhuvanatrayamanditaya
anandabhumivaradaya tamomayaya
daridrya duhka dahanaya namah shivaya

bhanupriyaya bhavasagarataranaya
kalantakaya kamalasanapujitaya
netratrayaya shubhalakshana lakshitaya
daridrya duhka dahanaya namah shivaya

ramapriyaya raghunathavarapradaya
nagapriyaya narakarnavataranaya
punyeshu punyabharitaya surarchitaya
daridrya duhka dahanaya namah shivaya

mukteshwaraya phaladaya ganeshwaraya
gitapriyaya vrushabheshwara vahanaya
matangacharmavasanaya maheshwaraya
daridrya duhka dahanaya namah shivaya

Daridraya Dahana Stotram English Meaning

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who is the lord of the universe,
Who helps us to cross the sea of troubles,
Who is pleasant to the ears,
Who wears the crescent as ornament,
Who is as white as the flame of camphor,
Who wears uncombed and uncut hair.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who is the darling of Goddess Parvati,
Who wears the crescent of the lord of night,
Who was the death to the god of death,
Who wears the king of serpents as bangles,
Who carries the Ganga on his head,
And who killed the king of elephants.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who is loved by his devotees,
Who destroys fear of diseases in human life,
Who is fearsome,
Who makes us cross the difficult ocean of life,
Who is personification of light,
And who dances in his good names.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who wears an animal hide,
Who applies the ash of burnt corpses,
Who has an eye on his forehead,
Who wears ear studs of precious stones,
Who wears jingling leg bangles on his legs,
And who wears uncombed and uncut hair.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who has five faces,
Who wears king of serpents as ornament,
Who wears cloth made of gold,
Who is the ornament for the three worlds,
Who is the giver of boons,
Who is the storehouse of happiness,
And who is personification of darkness.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who is the world of Gouri’s grace,
Who is the greatest God,
Who is like a lion,
Who is the wish giving tree,
To those who seek his protection,
Who is everything,
And who is the king of all worlds.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who is dear to the Sun God,
Who helps us to cross the ocean of birth,
Who killed the god of death,
Who is worshipped by Lord Brahma,
And who is most auspicious.

I salute Shiva who burns the sorrow of poverty,
Who is dear to Rama,
Who granted boons to Rama,
Who is partial to serpents,
Who destroys the naraka,
Who is holiest among the holy,
And who is worshipped by the Gods.