With the dishevelled hair and crying piteously, they then cast the body into the funeral pyre, as if it were a piece of wood. Others enjoy the deceased’s wealth, while birds and fire feast on the elements of his body. With two only he goeth to the other world, viz., his merits and his sins which keep him company. Throwing away the body, O sire, relatives, friends, and sons retrace their steps, like birds abandoning trees without blossoms and fruits.

In plain words: Vidura describes a funeral. Weeping relatives put the body on the fire like a piece of wood, and others then enjoy the dead person's wealth. The person takes only two things into the next world: the good and bad deeds they did. Family and friends turn around and go home, like birds leaving a tree that has no more fruit.