Kalpurusha, O Time - Keeper!

Kalpurusha, Without tears tears into the eyes of yours, See you Man blanketing the dead, Rolling over to burn the dead Near the hilly rivulet And you sitting on a rock, By the old peepul or banyan tree, Marking them burn, Hang down the asthi-kalasha, Doing panda-dana thereafter. How, how long, Will you keep doing as thus, O, how, how long, Will you go burning the dead? Kalpurusha, may I ask, Ask, Why, why are you so hard of heart, How, how long, Will you keep burying the dead, The burden of the past? O, blackly and obstinate, Stubborn Kalpurusha, The embodiment of time and tense, Iron Man, Just like Yama, the God of death Or it’s better to call him a messenger!