little, little line of beads,
he twirls them, kneads them,
they are seeds.

wash his feet in cane juice,
briming crispy hot,
then yogurt/ghee/milk, water,
at last it's cool, not hot.

at his feet fight maya,
her weapons heat and cold,
always call, 'sri hara!',
you never will grow old.

if you can breath, you can chant
if you can breath, you can chant
'x'[if you can chant, you can dance]~