Poetry:
Samana Pahad
My Daughter, After My Death
My daughter, after my death
I want you
Not to cremate my corps with bonfire
Listen, my daughter.
Just put my corps on the water,
And let it flow slowly,
Not anymore.
My daughter, after my death
Let the corps be food for the creatures
From the death body of mine,
I want to make the pieces to be satisfied.
My daughter, after my death
I want you
Not to remove your shiny hair from your head.
Because,
My daughter, after my death
I do not like to see your ugliness
My daughter, after my death
I want you,
Not to light the funeral bonfire on my mouth
And not to drop any tear of pain.
Not to make anybody to carry my death body
It will be only you who picks up that one by yourself.
My daughter, before my death
I want you to donate charitably-a pair of my eyes
And a pair of my kidneys.
My daughter, one more request to you for me
I want you,
Not to donate any bits and pieces to Brahman being dutifully
And not to sacrifice and lay the "Pindas" (sacred balls of rice puddings)
My daughter, after my death
I want you,
Not to spend any time in vain,
Just for the sake of dusty cultures.
My daughter, after my death
Were there found some funeral members and well-wishers
Coming for the funeral gathering,
Read aloud some selected lines and verse
From my poems, from my verse.
