Ode To The Rising Sun Poem by Ramesh Joshi

Good morning, you bid to every being, bird, beast or man
Awakening them by the tender beams of twilight hour,
Forcing to open their eyes to the shining hues of golden
Glitter o! U, the morning sun, the punctual servant of the day.

The scriptures invoke thy favour in panegyric with folded hands
As " PUSHAN APARUNU SATYA DHARMAAY SHAASVATE "praying,
Beseeching the favour to enable to part take the Truth hidden in
Thy golden casket, o! , " SURYA"to realise the unrevealed mysteries.

Thou art the eternal witness of all transience of the mortal life, U,
being addressed, "YAMA ", the supreme controller of the universe
Forcing order on the movement of the words, a knit garland in single thread.
You, the supreme governor, every change, goes under thy nose and thumb.

" ASATOMAAM SADGA MAYA, TAMASOMAAM JYOTIRGA MAYA, MRUTYOR
MAAM AMRATANGA MAYAYA" thrice the peace invoked for thee regions
Where the pilgrim soul turns transformed shining in the multiple golden hues
That dwells within all, without allowing them to dwell within Its golden cask