Suprabhatam,
Suprabhatam,
Good morning,
It's morning,
Good moring,
The lotus is opening
With the petals dew-splashed
And water-logged,
The birds starting to chirp
And the world awaking and arising
From slumber,
Om sound is overtaking, vibrating
And with the hands held aloft
As if with a Suryanamaskar
We starting for our work.
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