Rotate, rotate, rotate
Monotonous rotation.
No fear, no dear,
Only rotation.

Rotation is your dharma,
Rotate you do,
Spreading your breeze all around
Enabling breath and evading sweat.

Oh! How I wish I were like you
Follow my dharma,
Detached from everything else
Providing breeze to others
While I do my dharma.

Lord! Make me like the fan,
A fan whose breeze
Is happiness, laughter and bliss.
A fan rotating with your glory.