In Praise of a Cremation Ground

Purananuru 356

The jungle spreads.
Cactuses grow.
Owls hoot even by day.
And haunted by she-demons
gaping in the light of crematory fires,
this ancient smouldering cremation ground
looks fearful.
Lovers' tears
wept from the heart
quench the burning white
ash and bones.

This ground,
it is the end
of everyone in the world,
looks upon the backs of all men,
and hasn't seen anyone yet
who will look upon its back.
Author of original: 
Kataiyan Kannanar
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