In the morning I take a stroll
To wipe the slumber from my eyes
Stretch my legs and clear my bowls
See a golden flower in my stride
Waiting for the sun to rise
Blossoms with the heavenly light
Track the sun as it glides
“Sunflower” it’s fondly called
Smitten with the golden rays
Bask itself with divine light
Love and devotion kept apart
Fills the floret one by one
With golden oil
Till the heads are done
The plant follows the mighty sun
To fill its bounty and raise its sons
Humbled by all this sight
To home I return with a vision
To start my day with a mission
Gitanjali