Arti, or arathi, for Rudra

You are the thorn on my mountain

You are the sheep in my side

You are the fly in my ointment

You are my all to me.

You are the hair in my china shop

You are the bull in my soup
You are the needle in my haystack

You are my all to me.

You are the wind in my trousers

You are the bulge in my sail

You are the meat in my dumpling

You are my all to me

I said all.