As the sun rose, the golden beams kissed my cheek;
Adorned in white, I started breathing the fresh day of my life.
On my way to work, My lips uttered those praises;
During the commute, My heart recited the praises again.
When I am exhausted, those praises filled me up with new energy;
When my heart weakened, those praises fuelled it up.
As I retired from work, again my lips uttered those praises;
After my dinner, I recited the praises again.
When I hold those string of beads, my heart brims with joy;
When I roll those string of pearls, my soul rests in peace.
When I count on the rosary, my worries fade away;
With a rosary in hand, my troubles are left far behind.
Yes! I’m saying my rosary every day;
And, I’m slaying my sins under the holy feet of Mother Mary.