कायजीर्णतरोरस्माद्बान्धवाक्रन्दषट्पदा ।जराकुसुमितोदेति पुनर्मरणमञ्जरी
In plain words
From this withering tree that is the body, there rises again — blossoming with old age — the flower-cluster of death, with the wailing of kinsfolk as its swarm of bees.