The Parched Land:
"I'll stir a scented column here."
The Falling Cloud:
"With rain I'll spray the black draped bier."
A Drooping Flower:
"The needed garlands I have tied."
A Balmy Breeze:
"I'll place them on the coffin there."
The Glow Worms:
"Our tiny lights will be our share."
The Booming Storm:
"I shall awake the drums' deep din."
A Mole Under the Ground:
"The grave my digging shall provide."
The Time:
"I'll spread the mound, the grave to hide."
A Flock of Nocturnal Birds Flying
Across the Moon:
"In time to feast we'll flutter in."
A Voice:
"With honored rites he'll pass away.
The fading moon now slowly dies,
And the morning star awakes the skies,
Again 'tis day! . . . Again 'tis day."
A Chorus of Ghosts:
"Again 'tis day . . . Again 'tis day."
(Disappear)
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