"Let my idle chatter
be the muttering of prayer,
my every manual movement
the execution of ritual gesture,
my walking a ceremonial
circumambulation,
my eating and other acts
the rite of sacrifice,
my lying down prostration
in worship, my every pleasure
enjoyed with dedication of myself,
let whatever activity
is mine be some form
of worship of you."
(Wisdom from theThe Saundaryalahari ofAdi Shankaracarya) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whether waking or sleeping, every breath we take comes from God, and returns to Him. Whether we live or die, it's to God. Well-written! : -)