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Alun Lewis - Village Funeral Maharashtra Lyrics

The wasted sleepy corpse
Benignly, unassumingly reposes
Among the flowers flung on him all day.
The cowdung fire decomposes.

The drum denies identity,
The patient elements ignite,
Life stirs and shifts and gradually breaks
Within the burning night.

This dead man is no more.
Silence fills the throbbing drum,
Dries the sweat on every face,
Mutely bids the dayspring come.

Nandu, bull of holiness,
Ganpati, elephantinе force,
Siva, destroyer and sparеr,
Consider this poor corpse.

Not being and then being.
- Cowdung fire, bed of earth,
How shall the peasant fare between
One birth and another birth?