Since there is one person known as Yama,
The God of death, who has no courtesy
Looking for the persons to be snared and taken away,
You escape from such destiny and live by doing
Virtuous things as it might help you to reach
The heavenly abode as if one carries the bundle
Of cooked food taken by shoulder for his journey!
Remember as the yama, the God of death,
Making the mother to cry in grief very loudly,
Sometimes takes away the child so cruelly
From the uterus by squeezing and removing
The fetus in the mother's womb prematurely!
Think of the terrible nature; and better to do virtuous
Activities sincerely as and when you are young!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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