You Do The Pinda-Dana Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Do the pinda-dana
For the deceased,
The dead and departed soul
On its heavenwards journey,
The lone and bereaved traveller
Of life,
Pray for his shantih,
The shantih of the soul.

May the soul be blessed,
May the soul get rest and peace,
May it get the solace,
Om shantih shantih shantih,
Let us sprinkle the holy water over
With a leaf.

Earth to earth,
Water to water,
Fire to fire,
Wind to wind,
Consciousness to consciousness,
Returned these to.

You do the pinda-dana,
Roll the clay and suppose them to be,
Man too a pinda,
The planet and the star too,
Offer a handful of foodgrains,
This too is mass and matter,
Food to the departed soul just as an offering.