Prátah smarámi hrdi samsphuradátmatattvam
saccitsukham paramahamsagatim turiyam
yatsvapna jágarasussuptamavaiti nityam
tadbrahma niskalamaham na ca bhutasañghah
At dawn I remember the Reality which is the Self, shining brilliantly in the heart, existence-consciousness-happiness, the goal of Paramahamsa sasannyasins (sages), the Fourth; That which knows always the states of dream, waking and deep-sleep, that Brahman which is partless I am, not the cluster of elements.
Pratarbhajámi manasám vacasámagamyam
vaco vibhánti nikhilá yadanugrahena
yanneti neti vacanair nigamá avocam
-stam devadevamajam acyutam áhur agryam.
At dawn I sing the praise of That which is unattainable by mind and speech, but by the grace of which all words shine. That which the scriptures declares through the words `not this', `not this'- That God of gods, they say, is unborn and un-changing.
Prátarnamami tamasah paramarkavarnam
pürnam sanátanapadam Purushottamakhyam
yasminnidam jagadasesam asesamurtau
rajjvam bhujamgama iva pratibhasitam vai.
At dawn I bow to that which is called the Highest Self which is beyond darkness, of the hue of the Sun the ancient goal which is the plenum - That, the residuless form (i.e. the whole) in which the entire universe is made manifest like a serpent in a rope.