Hell and Paradise are the two end products of life
You may believe in them or you may not
But the entire meaning of being born surrounds
to do good or to do bad
You may be brave like a lion by denying
Or you may be a coward like a sheep by accepting it
Only two paths are left
One is straight and the other is very crooked
But both ways lead you
To go either to Hell or to Paradise
You may be rich like a baron or tycoon
Or poor like a beggar
You may be black like a pit of a mine
Or white like a piece of lime
These qualities are never counted
You may believe or you may not believe in my words
Yet the entire meaning of life of being born surrounds
To achieve the Paradise or to avoid the Hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem