On mother's day
I thinking of the asthi-kalasha
Hanging by one midnight
And the deign of the pinda-dana.
Oh, my mother has returned
To the five elements
She was composed of!
Mother, my mother,
With tears, here lie I remembering you,
mother, my mother!
Mother, mother, good earth!
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