Here stands him, on a buffalo
Blue-skinned in donning red robes,
He leads a very tiring journey,
A journey where end all the roads;
I haven't yet pleased my Shiva,
Spare me some time,
Let me do one last Abhisheka,
While you count the sins of my lifetime;
Do lower your mace and noose,
And hell or heaven, Let me choose—
And now what I foresee, O' Yama,
If this soul abandons me,
I will be left with a heap of bones
And stinking flesh of no use,
Kindly leave this soul, Let it be.