Consider this,
my Soul, that thou hast none whom thou mayest call thine own.
Vain are thy wanderings on the Earth.
Two days or three, then ends this Earthly life;
yet all men boast that they are masters here.
Time’s master, Death, will come
and overthrow such masterships.
Thy best-beloved,
for whom thou art so terribly concerned,
will she go with thee?
Nay;
rather, lest some ill befall the home,
she will sprinkle with cow dung
the house where thou hast died.
(Ramaprasad Sen)