Let all my earthly impurities
get purified by sleep so that
i can come pure to you, my lord.
When the first bird wakes in the
dawn you open heavenly doors
to your followers.
The newly flowers and bud and the
first rays of the sun touches your
feet to start its days.
Women, men with incentives and
chanting auspicious words offer
the first food to one who provide
food and fulfill every wishes of his
followers.
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