Pinda-Dana (Ii) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Fire returned to fire,
Water to water,
Spirit to spirit,
Earth to earth,
Wind to wind
And it remained it not anything
To be called own.

Pinda-dana, pinda-dana,
Do you pinda-dana,
Give food and water
To the soul,
The departed and wailing soul,
For its shantih,
For maya to be contained in.

The world of graha-gocharas,
Planetary and horoscopic criss-crosses
Wherefrom there is no way out
As this is the way one comes,
This is the way one goes,
The asthi-kalasha hangs by
And the soul does the pinda-dana.