The Descending Evening Resounding With The Choric Funeral Voices Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The evening was descending
And they were burning a dead body
In the distant near
Though not visible,
But the voices resounding,
Hari bol, Hari bol, Hari bol,
Hari bol, Hari bol,
Speak, speak you the name of Hari,
I mean God, that is Hari,
Ram nam satya hain, Ram nam satya hain,
Yehi sabhi ka gatya hain,
Ram's, I mean the Lord's name is the truth,
This is the way for all,
Movement, duration and time.