A History of Indian Literature v3.c35.s9.63

v3.c35.s9.63

“Earth, thou art my mother, the atmosphere, the father,
And thou fire, my friend, the water, my relation,
And my brother, the ether, I address you with folded hands,
The merit that I attained in your company,
When I was living below on earth;
With the brilliant knowledge,
That I gained, as a consequence thereof,
Now I go to the other world, abandoning you all,
Love brother and friend, love well father and mother¹.”