In one voice, the corpses spoke:
Every thing is fine, really fine.
O, king, in your kingdom, the Ramrajya, there is cadaver carriers' ganga.
O, king, in shortage are your crematoria, logs of wood,
O, king, also the corpses' carriers,
In every house the death is knocking and doing ugly dances,
O, king, in your kingdom...
O, king, your hot burning chimneys demand feeds,
O, king, our bangles are cracking, our chests are bursting,
Seeing the burnt, play the trumpet:
Wah re billa ranga!
O, king, in your kingdom...
O, king, your divine attires and your divine light,
O, king, the entire city is seeing your
real Avatar,
Any brave can come and say: my king is naked.
O, king, in your kingdom...
(By JIRARA).
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