Your husband
Your God
Had
Died
Burn all of your colored clothes
Throw away all of your earthly desires
Then drift all to Gangga's streams
Like what you did with your husband ashes
Under The Varanasi's holy shades
Between the devoted Shiva's priests
Burn yourself or wear only white linen
Mourning is your only rights and obligations
Your God
Had
Died
Burn all of your colored clothes
Throw away all of your earthly desires
Then drift all to Gangga's streams
Like what you did with your husband ashes
Under The Varanasi's holy shades
Between the devoted Shiva's priests
Burn yourself or wear only white linen
Mourning is your only rights and obligations
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