Circle
Circle
Mirror in the right hand
The face of the mirror
Is directed towards mine
I revolve round myself
Like a compass
The resultant circle is very small.
The mirror is held in the right hand
It faces away from me
I revolve round myself
Like a compass with the mirror
And the circle generated
Is now vast
Because the skies
Are reflected on the glass
The small me merges
With the big me
And 'SOHAM ' chant wakes up
