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प्रातः स्मरामि- I am this Brahman alone


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

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

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

श्लोकत्रयमिदं पुण्यं लोकत्रयविभूषणम् ।
प्रातःकाले पठेद्यस्तु  गच्छेत्परमं पदम् ॥४॥

 In the morning, I recognize myself in the heart 

which is the source of all existence,

which is awareness itself and 

which is by nature joyful.

I recognize the 'I' which is the goal 

of the most exalted of sages.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I recognize this 'I' as myself 

which is neither the sleeper, 

nor the dreamer, nor the waker

but which lends its sentience to all three 

without being any one of them.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I recognize myself as the knower of all three states

and as the all-pervasive Brahman

that is not subject to change,

increase or decrease.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


In the early morning I am in service of that 

which is not the object of mind and words,

yet by whose grace all words and speech shine.

That has been unfolded in Vedas as not this, not this, 

That one who is the light of all lights,

That one who is not subject to birth, 

That one who is not subject to decline,

That one who has been there before everything,

That one who lends its presence to everything.

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.


I salute that sun like consciousness, 

which banishes the darkness of ignorance,

that which is limitless ,ancient, unchanging,

that which is infallible and infinitely spread.

In which consciousness everything shines 

like even a snake appear on the rope

Universe appears on the adhiśtānā of this Brahman 

I am this Brahman alone, 

not the assemblage of body mind sense complex

or the five elements from where they came.

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