Bhor uthik,
Nahay dhoya ke
Mon jayacche ki
Shiva mandir jayiyei
Aar Shiva ke darshan kariyei,
Aarti-bhajan kariyei,
Dhyan lagayiyei,
Mandir ke parikrama kariyei.
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Arising in the morning,
Taking a bath
I feel it
To go to a Shiva temple
And to get a view of Shiva,
To show light and to do recitation,
To meditate,
To round the temple with the folded hands.
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