Threefold leaf of sacred form, Of nature’s triple, mystic norm, Three-eyed Lord with weapons three— One bilva leaf I offer Thee, To cleanse the sins of births gone by, This single leaf to Śiva I tie. With triple stems and tender grace, Unbroken leaves in pure embrace, Soft and sacred, bright and fair— In worship, Lord, I place with care This single bilva leaf for Thee, An offering of humility. Gifts of maidens, countless given, Mountains vast of sesame risen, Golden peaks in charity— All are matched, O Lord, by Thee With just one leaf, devout and true, This bilva leaf I give to You. Dwelling in Kāśī, holy ground, Where Kālabhairava’s sight is found, And Prayāga where Mādhava stays— All these sacred pilgrim ways Equal one leaf in offering free, This bilva leaf I give to Thee. Fasting on the moonlit day, In silent vows I humbly pray, By night I worship, Lord Divine— Accept this sacred gift of mine: This single bilva leaf I lay, At Śiva’s feet in deep obeisance. Installing liṅgas, rites of grace, Marriage vows in sacred place, Digging ponds for all to share— All such acts beyond compare Are matched by one leaf, pure and free, This bilva leaf I give to Thee. Unbroken leaves in countless streams, Offered with a thousand names, Endless worship, pure and deep— Yet one leaf’s merit still I keep: This single bilva leaf I lay, To Śiva, Lord, in humble way. With Umā beside You ever, Riding Nandi’s strength forever, Ashes smeared on every limb— To You I offer this sacred hymn: This single bilva leaf I give, In You alone I move and live. Feeding priests and sacred rites, Digging wells and water sites, Thousands of yajñas performed with care— All are equal, I declare, To one small leaf in offering free, This bilva leaf I give to Thee. Gifts of elephants untold, Horse sacrifices, rites of old, Giving maidens, vast and grand— All are matched by this in hand: This single bilva leaf I lay, At Śiva’s feet I humbly pray. Sight of bilva brings great grace, Touch destroys all sin’s dark trace, Removes the weight of deeds untold— Even sins both fierce and old: This single bilva leaf I give, That I in Śiva’s light may live. Chanting Vedas thousandfold, Practicing vows both new and old, Endless rites in sacred streams— All are less than what it seems: One bilva leaf with love set free, I offer now, O Lord, to Thee. Feeding thousands, sacred thread, Rites performed as scriptures said, Sins of births both past and long— Are washed away in this one song: This single bilva leaf I lay, At Śiva’s feet in purest way. Who recites this hymn divine, In Śiva’s presence, pure in mind, Reaches Śiva’s holy sphere— Freed from sorrow, freed from fear: Thus with devotion, full and free, This bilva leaf I give to Thee. Vikalpa Saṅkalpa (Alternate Version – English Verse) Threefold leaf of triple sign, Three-eyed Lord, O form divine, Destroyer of all sins of birth— This single bilva proves its worth, To Śiva now I offer true, In love and reverence unto You. With triple stems and leaves so pure, Unbroken, tender, bright, secure, In worship, Lord, I now engage— With this one leaf, my offering made. To see the bilva tree brings grace, Its touch all sin does soon erase, Remover of the darkest stain— This leaf I offer once again. In sacred stones and learned priests, In wells and lakes and forest seats, In countless rites and yajñas done— All equal this, this single one. Thousands of elephants bestowed, Hundreds of horse-sacrifices owed, Gifts of maidens vast and grand— All rest within this leaf in hand. Even one leaf, pure and true, Grants fruits of countless rites we do, For Mahādeva’s worship high— This offering I now supply. To dwell in Kāśī’s sacred sphere, To see Kālabhairava appear, At Gayā and Prayāga stand— All lie within this leaf in hand. With Umā and Nandi by Your side, O Śaṅkara, my only guide, Freed from sin, I bow to Thee— This bilva leaf I offer free.