My Heart Remembers

प्रातः स्मरामि हृदि संस्फुरदात्मतत्त्वं
सच्चित्सुखं परमहंसगतिं तुरीयम् ।
यत्स्वप्नजागरसुषुप्तिमवैति नित्यं
तद्ब्रह्म निष्कलमहं न च भूतसङ्घः ॥१॥

On awakening my heart remembers, that shimmering divinity in me,
Like a swan lapping up milk and leaving water, drinking existence-consciousness-bliss, until the ego dissolves
Beyond waking, beyond dreaming, beyond dreamless sleep - always -
I am that one and only spark, not this corporal form

प्रातर्भजामि मनसा वचसामगम्यं
वाचो विभान्ति निखिला यदनुग्रहेण ।
यन्नेतिनेतिवचनैर्निगमा अवोचं_
स्तं देवदेवमजमच्युतमाहुरग्र्यम् ॥२॥

Early in the morning, I worship the unthinkable, the ineffable,
What gives rise to thought and speech
What the prophet called "not this, not this",
Primordial, eternal, and utmost

प्रातर्नमामि तमसः परमर्कवर्णं
पूर्णं सनातनपदं पुरुषोत्तमाख्यम् ।
यस्मिन्निदं जगदशेषमशेषमूर्तौ
रज्ज्वां भुजङ्गम इव प्रतिभासितं वै ॥३॥

At dawn, I bow to the formless and the luminous,
The fullness that contains everything, that animates everything -
the cosmos without beginning, settled in the endless universe,
like a rope turned into a snake.

श्लोकत्रयमिदं पुण्यं लोकत्रयविभूषणम् ।
प्रातःकाले पठेद्यस्तु स गच्छेत्परमं पदम् ॥४॥

These three sacred verses, these ornaments of earth and air and space -
Whoever says these in the morning, goes home to god

-Adi Shankaracharya