Suryanamaskar,
Wih a suryanamaskar
Begin you your daily routine,
A morning broken by the ripples
Of bird-songs,
The disc of the sun glowing red,
Glistening and flashing
Through the window
And awake, awake and arise you
To rise with folded hands and to bow before
And better it is if you take a bath
To do your namaskar, your suryanamaskar.
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