Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
Even in the city of death, the ashoka blossoms.
A skull holds a lute, a melody\'s gentle sound,
Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
The world dies, the dance goes on eternally,
Stars fade silently, one by one.
We are all flowers, fleeting beauty,
Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
Death or life, all a grand drama,
Actors depart, but the stage remains.