Dinda-dana,
Pinda-dana,
The danas of the pinda
For the soul
departed, bereaves
In remembrance.
O the earth has to earth,
The water to water,
The wind to wind,
The fire to fire,
The sky has returned to sky!
My mother is no more,
The five elements of which she was made of
She returned, returned back
And now remains it not anything.
Matter, mass to it she has returned to
And it remains it not,
Earth to earth,
Water to water,
wind to wind,
Fire to fire
And sky to sky!
The world a pinda,
Celestial bodies too,
Hence, the moist food stuff
Rounded
Offered to the spirit
In funeral rituals.
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