My pinda-dana, pinda-dana,
Pindas and the danas of theirs,
You take it, take it, mother,
My dead mother!
O dead spirit, i do not know it what you are,
You take it, take it, mother,
Whatever you are,
Earth, sky, wind, water and fire!
O fire returned you to fire,
O water returned you to water,
O wind returned you to same wind,
O dead spirit, the skyey element returned to the skies,
O earth to earth
And it remained not anything else here!
You take, take the pindas,
O mother, you take, take the pindas,
Given by me,
Weep, weep not,
My bleeding heart!
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