When Comes Yama

When Yama, the god of death comes He with the call, I shall have to go, When comes he Yama, The Messenger of Lord-God, Yama, the god of death Will come to take me away. Said or unsaid will he come Taking the warrant To take the prisoner away, The telegram delivered in haste Seeking attention, The god of death will come To take the soul away. I with tears into the eyes of mine And the hands folded Shall pray before, Yama, With my nilly-nilly Seeking time, But on the errand he is. From the sick-bed I shall rise, Light the candle In my dark and desolate cottage To be with Yama In a huff, With nothing to take, Nothing to accompany me, Bare-footed and empty-handed.