I am a heap of ashes and coal,
Dust and clay,
A mouldering heap,
A mound of earth.
Fire to fire,
Wind to wind,
Water to water,
Spirit to spirit,
Earth to earth,
This the story of my journey.
The hamlet by the river
Is a witness
How the bodies have rolled
Out of the homes,
The old peepul tree
With the asthi-kalasha hanging by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem